He stopped the search

He stopped the search

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Flying no more
his tired heart
bleeds.
He's given up
searching....
true love.
He closes the door.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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There's always something, that will reopen that door my friend.
well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Danny
Dani The Unreviewed

10 Years Ago

no problem :-)
So here the metaphor's being broken; utter shattered into shivering pieces of his castled-love - the love that once pleased him ov'r the night, now, became .. what, nothing but the way to kindle her poor heartaches - the hurt, which further & father led him not to love, anymore ... cos, it's - the love - nothing more than a vision that's meant to be "botched". Short, simple & sorta deep write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thanks for a top review Adams. Much appreciated
i have not only closed it, i have at times, slammed it...

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

lol I know I know that feeling! Thanks J

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Added on November 20, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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