The black sheep of poetry

The black sheep of poetry

A Poem by andrew mitchell

If I think Shakespearen
then maybe the poetry I write
and or my inner most feelings
on the matter
are not my own
as previously thought
but given to me by society
through the language I follow.

I'm just a stray sheep
following my verse
I did not invent
where Shakespeare
was my shepherd.

Now in my breakaway
no longer do I follow that path
I create.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on October 14, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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