Behind shrouded membranes wepted.

Behind shrouded membranes wepted.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The coming together, shrouded,
where verses bled,
on his homecoming,
and hope now lies in the gutter,
stood shadows in tears
behind whispering veils, sniffling;
blanketed by mourning
on death's embrace,
while contrasting tissues
moved in crowded circles, wet.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 17, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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