The ghost that wasn't.

The ghost that wasn't.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

From the ghost that was
came the ghost that wasn't
or was he just not living.
A ghost in flight
travelling through a circuit dead
enters the corridor
of empty echoes.
Upon hollow footsteps
to mind's door revisited
behind which lay
the ghostly remains
of dead memories
waiting to be
resurrected.
Please wipe the dust
from your thoughts
before entering.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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This is really cool, andrew. You have to think about it a few seconds before it becomes clear. Very cool concept. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Tim muchly. I'm glad you got it and many thanks again my friend.

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Added on March 27, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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