Somewhere in between.

Somewhere in between.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The mists of memories spent settle
gregariously on the cellophane
of a crinkled mind bearing gifts.
On the precipice of time, a thought
balanced on the edge, fades to the abyss
housed behind the walls of the cranial chamber;
too far to reach, too far to relive it.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 8, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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