Where night falls on dead ends.

Where night falls on dead ends.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The cry for wolf
turns to laughter
in a sea of tears,
whispers drown
in a crossword
where the word is
severed across
and falls down
into letters dead.
The cryptic shock - a murder
dying for clues
escapes the puzzle
lost in a riddle,
the crime sleuth
failed to full stop,
and didn't see the sign-
a dead end.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on August 15, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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