Perfect Days

We need hope
for what gives us weight,
like the testimony of strangers
who straggle
behind the crowds.
Names being destroyed
under rocks
and bridges
where the lamp lights
show us only the needy
who’s own showers
cant even clean them anymore.
Show us our pages
where the writings
never fade,
where the stories never finish
and every ending
must be spared
according to pastimes
and given reflections.


About Sean O'Gorman

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

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