Busy Lives

These people cry
yet still abide
all that holds them back.
They kill each other
and then their lovers
for just a little slack.

Something to lean
where directions can seem
more than what they are.
A place to become
what looks like to some,
A place built under stars.

We feel these needs
that’re born from greed’s
and the things we think we know.
and all those laugher’s
stop to capture
where it is we need to grow.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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