WHERE THERE"S NO SUNRISE.

WHERE THERE"S NO SUNRISE.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

To hold
To carry
One's weight
On mind.

To feel
The cold
The empty
One's heart divides.

To see
So narrow
A view
One eye.

To walk
A path of light
Now dark.
One cries. 
To drag
To bury
One's body
To hide

....a death inside.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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I really like this, this was a remarkable write!
We carry one's weight becasue we feel that is the correct thing, although sometimes that just happens to kill us, some of us have a cold heart becasue of the experiences life has given us, our heart divides like you poem says. Then we walk in the darkness, eagerly to watch light because we want to get out of this place.
The last line struck me though, I did not see that coming, which is good.
I really like this, Great writing!

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The burden to carry ones weight around all the time is surely tough, I know that feeling far to well.
This has such depth to it, nice job. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this, this was a remarkable write!
We carry one's weight becasue we feel that is the correct thing, although sometimes that just happens to kill us, some of us have a cold heart becasue of the experiences life has given us, our heart divides like you poem says. Then we walk in the darkness, eagerly to watch light because we want to get out of this place.
The last line struck me though, I did not see that coming, which is good.
I really like this, Great writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Hi Andrew. what a brilliant write! Wow this has come from way down deep, dredging memories that have cut through your soul. I loved the depth of sorrow you have shared with the reader, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep sad write. I love the last grouping...to hide a death inside, that feels like what I have been doing. Keep writing Andrew. Valentine

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