Really there

Bottled up voices
and jars
of indecision.
I’m at a break
where we pause before laughing,
like all those
uncomfortable moments
that’ve collected since birth.
The rock
that almost skipped,
never bouncing,
but sinking
at a personal best
just like all those blinks
taking us so close to hysteria.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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