What is this ink, spilt?

What is this ink, spilt?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is a poem,
but the sword of emotion
written down in ink;
the blood of a poet spilt
from which the meaning
of truth is carved out,
leaving a paper cut.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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and paper cuts bleed more profusely than any other cut...and hurt worse.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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