Time to go, the time police are coming.A Poem by andrew mitchellFictional macabre scribbles.
I'm no more a spoke
in the wheel that turns, my thoughts aligned along it's axis, I move forward abandoned. Today is born yesterday was murdered and the future... who knows. My mind is stalked, eclipsed by memories that lie in the dark there's a radar ahead my speed is clocked the darkness is getting closer, I'm told to pull over. You've done well with your life expectancy almost unnoticed. Too bad the drive is over. The time cop writes out my eulogy: Time of death.... On the end of time's pendulum life swings not knowing when the hands will stop.
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5 Reviews Added on November 14, 2019 Last Updated on November 14, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg 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.. |

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