In a town called Alice through a looking glass.

In a town called Alice through a looking glass.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

From where I began
I drifted in and out
of thoughts that
had no home-
daydreaming of a world
that was real 
where I wanted
to stay.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

yes, i understand...'a world that was real where i would actually want to stay"
i am looking for that world lately...i don't see it...cause this one is going to the dogs.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

54 Views
1 Review
Added on March 10, 2019
Last Updated on March 10, 2019

Author

andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



About
Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..