An afterthought

An afterthought

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What becomes
of a thought
after it’s forgotten?

Where are they now?
An afterthought.

What becomes of a thought
that once was
where the fate of a reunion
is all but extinguished?

What if all thoughts
go to a site
an elephant burial ground
to die only to become
ghostly apparitions
that roam the mind.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 12, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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