The funerary bell has rung, it's timeA Poem by andrew mitchell
Pull up a chair
my mortal friend the fires lit. For an unquiet grave awaits you outside and the cold wind blows. Welcome to a place where today's world overlaps yesterdays where birth is only a breath away from death. Your time is just a handshake away from the echo of thunder that verberates through an incessant goodbye that fades into obscurity. Will the candle snuff out your darkness? © 2022 andrew mitchell |
Stats
39 Views
1 Review Added on January 11, 2022 Last Updated on January 11, 2022 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.. |

Flag Writing