The Recluse

The Recluse

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Across her pages
of stories told,
the actress.

Her love was sold
nothing was gained.
She was left alone,
forgotten.

She was to blame.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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we reap what we sow...sometimes we are left alone at the end...nicely written, my friend

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Thomas and so truer words spoken!
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10 Years Ago

you are welcome, my friend :)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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