Tarnished thinking of the innocence.

Tarnished thinking of the innocence.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the event
a lifetime was
spent in mind
travelling in thought
I was ready
to look beyond
the window but
the fog of reality's
brush strokes set in
obscuring my views.
I was blinded
all the while
time moved
the clock's hands;
the heat of the moment
became lost in the varnish.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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