In the fall of self assured.

In the fall of self assured.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Be kind to self,
it’s not all self’s fault.
Self aware of self indulgence
knew about self inflicted,
and now in the tomb of self
lies self preservation.
Had self been selfish
there would be
no selfless.
Too late for self pity
or self righteousness.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 21, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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