We are all but sores that never heal.

We are all but sores that never heal.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We are all but sores
that never heal,
our skins are just the bandage.

When we pick the sore,
it bleeds.
Criticise the world,
it cuts off your supply.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Six lines, just six lines, that peel away the layers more effectively than any poem I have read in a very long time.

You think about what you write and it shows.

Beccy.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Beccy for your most generous words, yes I think of John Lennon, martin Luther King, JF Ken.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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