Focus and desire

Just standing
in a giant’s temple,
somehow lost
among the stragglers
who’ve tied
their knots too tight.

It’s an ambush
waiting in the trees,
like anger’s wandering eyes,
breaking free and moving
so swiftly into view.

I want to ask,
but I’m afraid to say,
to see everyone shiver
in this bright light
that’s only a thought
away from compulsion.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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