In a day of a thought.

In a day of a thought.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Holding on,
looking back
the transparency
of a thought
that once followed me
was gone.
I found myself
off the road
along the shoreline
wandering amongst
the footprints of other memories
abandoned in a graveyard cemetery
where the waste of masses
lay trying to find
that portal entry
to a world of reflection.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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