This is just
another spot,
a reckless place
where our
undivided attention
begins to lose focus.

I’m in this quiet theatre,
resting my arms
on the torn arm rests
along the empty rows
that’ve all yet to fill.

These moments
are the clocks that tick,
slowly when watched,
like that tiny bit of courage
that’s never been caught
looking back.


About Sean O'Gorman

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

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