Nightmare landscapes in night flight.A Poem by andrew mitchell
It twas an eerie, dark
and cold night where a peaceful sleep deemed appropriate on the lunar calendar. But the restless intruders broke in, living the night as squatters, as they do. What is a nightmare but a nocturnal interrogation of the mind that won't let go leaving every thought upturned. Okay mind! Lets have it buster for the record. This is nightmare one with my accomplice, nightmare two. As you know we are here to interrogate you! Let the night tapes roll. On the night dated the thirty first, where were your thoughts? What thoughts did you ponder? Well! I.... NO! NO! NO! We're not buying into that! Lets go through it once again. Where were your thoughts on the night dated the thirty- first? I..... Nothing to say for yourself. Come on, look within you! We can take all night, if we have too. Lets go through this one more time. Where were you......? It's going to be a long night! Hope your ringing in sick tomorrow. Now for the last time. Where were you.....? Forget the sheep! Where were your thoughts!
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Added on December 9, 2019 Last Updated on December 9, 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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