The Haunted Inn.

The Haunted Inn.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What will become of me
as I tread within my own footsteps past?

Will I become that village of thoughts
drinking to a toast in remembrance at mind's inn?

To share a memory that unfolds
as one follows the tracks one has lead.

Farewell sweet thought, farewell!

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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this is one of my favorites from you...
great ending...and those thoughts that come and go so fast...
just like a moment....i guess there are ghost moments as well.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob, what a compliment from the master. Thanks for the smile! Yes those fleeting moments.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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