Her swamp.

Her swamp.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her swamp.
On riding first impressions,
on waves deep blue
he was dumped
unceremoniously.
She, heavy in depression,
her sun sliding from view
in a swamp of emotions,
alone.........
they were both sinking.
Drowning....
not knowing what to do.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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i can see her as someone i have been with...she couldn't love herself, often depressed and thus, couldn't love me...

there is a very deep blue to this theme...

good one, andrew.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you J for your kind words
Two souls drowning in their own swamps...of emotions. I love it...:)............

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Almighty Sami of Poetic Verse! for your words my friend:)
Sami Khalil

9 Years Ago

You are welcome Almighty Andrew. Any time...:).................
I guess it must be hard when two people fall in love when they are having a tough time in their own personal lives
I love your work Andrew

Posted 9 Years Ago


Nisreen

9 Years Ago

You are most welcome
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I smile on riversided!
Nisreen

9 Years Ago

I smile back :)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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