The orbit of inner self.

The orbit of inner self.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

If there was
ever a never,
there lies
no hope.
If the spokes
in my wheels broke,
it would be a circle,
and I would be going 
no where but
round and round
my inner self.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Excellent thought here. In the inner self, limits do not exist.

Posted 7 Years Ago
This is si good sir Andrew. What a thought provoking poem. So much truth you share.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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