Looking past mirror's reflection.

Looking past mirror's reflection.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Like all things
presented in life
it took awhile,
and all that time
searching
to find out
that the missing
piece to the puzzle
was myself.
I was the Holy Grail
the cup I poured
onto others
my love and other feelings.
Yes I was the cup
people took to,
to drink, to waste, to splash, to spill
while I decanted my emotions
until I was.... no more. 
My time was up
having no more to give
when my cup runneth empty.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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You only need to fill it up again my friend:) that is in fact what I do when I start to reading and this time remember to take a sip yourself now and again maybe even from anothers cup:) I am an incorrigible fixer I am always looking to fix things it is in my nature but sometimes I have to stop and look to my own repairs:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Purely fiction Robert just didnt know where this write would take me.
Robert Trakofler

5 Years Ago

well it came across as very authentic penning

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Added on March 4, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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