I was a hologram of man, alone.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Abandoning the relics of yesterday
along the epitaph boulevard walking on air I wandered the ruins of today observing the tombstone of broken dreams lying in the grounds of tomorrow laid. When the gaze through my reflection fades to no more I ride my playground on a swing between what was and what’s no more. I have no name... becoming the nakedness of nothing where on northern lights I see my sleigh. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on January 20, 2020 Last Updated on January 20, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg 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..Writing
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