The peripheral edge of sadness.

The peripheral edge of sadness.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the pool
from a tear shed,
the sad residue
keeps the wound moist
as the moment decays
becoming a memory refreshed.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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even the peripheral edge hurts like hell.
wounds fester, memories find their way through a flood of feeling.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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