The devil’s chamber of hard knocks.

The devil’s chamber of hard knocks.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the sky opened
third from the sun
in the after hours
shadows in the dark
travelled the path of longing.

I shot an arrow
in the air,
the last flight,
a penchant to dream,
love on the loose -
judgement night.

© 2019 andrew mitchell

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I love how you word things in a very meaningful way with thoughts travelling along your mighty pen. You could write stories too...

Posted 10 Months Ago

andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thanks Sami
Sami Khalil

10 Months Ago

You are welcome sir Mitchell...

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Added on September 8, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..