The dark angel of no address.

The dark angel of no address.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

You had it all it seems
but so did time,
and so on the grounds
you worship, the altar
leaves you empty
as the sermon
spills blood
on your shadow,
you have a cross
to bear eternally
with crucifix memories
cutting into your mind,
the dead carcasses of
rats are hungry
ready to eat your soul.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Not sure which one cheered me up more, this, or "The Raven"

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Lol John, the raven by Poe is far superior. Yes both maybe bleak but I just wanted to do something g.. read more
and R.E.M. is singing, "Losing my Religion"---
the one song I ever played the drums to...
now I am of a different drum....much like Emily D. I fell away from
the idea of organized religions...what once meant everything became a meal for those rats.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

I wonder if there will be religions in the free world countries in 100 yrs, they seem more like fict.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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Strindberg 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..