Hidden hands

Of all these
hopes and dreams
I land now lost,
the unwanted
without a trace of beauty,
or way to show
what I could have done.

Where is there more
than what I see?
Something to split away
and take along
in these empty pockets
just looking
for a reason to cheer.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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