Unknown

I’m watching everyone dance
yet there’s only one that stands
in this neon room
where people with neon hands
all throw themselves
into the pictures of perfection.
Beneath these lights
I can no longer be seen,
taken from the arguments
that took so long to demonstrate
as the final hour
of this hit
just slowly walks on by.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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