Obscured by clouds

Obscured by clouds

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The hallucination
of reality
was living
the dream.

When hell
took drugs
to look
like heaven.

�"�"-

There was
no peace
in the pipe
that smoked
trouble.

Man is
his own enemy
that’s why
he fights
amongst
himself.

�"�"�"�"


Man casts
a shadow
that reflects
his darkness.

If there is light
at the end
of the tunnel
it’s not man made.

When we go
we leave
the end
to stop
the future.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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yes, we fight amongst ourselves...don't we? So often...
we feel like two or three people at the same time.
I don't think when I go that I will stop the future...my future maybe...but others will go on just fine.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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