Skeletons play in the dark.

Skeletons play in the dark.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We soldier on
In the dark
to become
civilians in the light
leaving our baggage
behind in our shadows
that moves between us.

Skeletons play in the dark,
but live in the closet.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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and they are just waiting to come out and play....better to let them and be done with it, so we can movie on without fret.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


So true! But who has the guts to remove the mask, free the skeletons and leave behind the luggage;) nice piece!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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