GHOSTS NO.2

GHOSTS NO.2

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the wake of night
The shadows dance
And always covering the same old grounds
Ghosts wander in see through gowns.
The warmth and love no longer shared
Their isolation; no flesh could bear.
Desperate souls trying to reach out
From a world we know nothing about.
Such loveless souls of some cruel fate
Just longing for that passionate embrace.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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I like it, because we all feel empty inside, and we are all just secretly looking for that embrace… I feel you on this one

Posted 9 Years Ago


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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