Being Hurt

In another room
we spill out our beliefs
like a structured discipline
that could never
be more than it is.
Alone in this silent day
while worries and fears
both interact
and give us
back to ourselves.
This here,
hides the broken faces
where we all
have our own to fade
and watch
finally disappear.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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