Empty hollowsA Poem by andrew mitchell
Hollow are the walls
That no longer speak,..... silent. Where the fireplace raged with desire Replaced; blackened, dark thoughts. Desolate are the rooms Where once love dwelled Splashed on walls,.... colour Now vacated. Empty echoes travel Through deserted hallway Where love frolicked like the wind; A tunnel of love, once whistling Through the doors of love,... closed. The floors whisper in creaks Of a love once running thunder. No longer does the blackbird sing As the dark black raven Perches on broken gate. The atmosphere hangs heavy, cold, Empty, no longer lit by sun's rays. Death displayed, the window In a vase, a flower no more. A haunted house of memories; Decaying remains of once was.
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7 Reviews Added on May 2, 2015 Last Updated on May 2, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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