The Attic.

The Attic.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

                          The Attic.
                          The Attic
                          contained
                             all my
                            thoughts
                               but
                             no-one
                               had
                               the
                 
                               KEY.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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well it`s pretty bad when you can`t remember your memories! we call that old timers ..

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Its about having a closed mind! No one had the key to open it.Thank you wordman.
 wordman

8 Years Ago

how did i miss that !
This poem delivered twice ... the first effect was a little chuckle ... sort of when you have put your glasses in the fridge or something and of course the winsome of memory lost for good. Great write, Andrew:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Pryde, intentionally it was a metaphor for my mind lol. but I was too vague.
oh i adore this! love the mischeivous, yet poignant ink...
i detest attics...my sister use to scare me with tales of
the devil living up in our attic (when we lived at my father's house)...rather convincingly!
though they do intrigue me though...thanks for letting me walk down memory lane...
and for sharing -- X - barrie

Posted 8 Years Ago


ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

lol Kevin? site is run by a lady lol
thank you again for your feedback on
revenant �.. read more
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I know a site run by kevin
ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

Right on! (:

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