Happiness has a pattern

I have problems to bear,
like things to say
and moments
when all I want to do is listen.
From here
I can hear your footsteps,
those drum beats
going on forever
behind the thought
of confrontation.
In this room
I’m in the mirror,
asking these questions and
sick already
of the things I’m seeing
and doing my best
not to scream the things I’m thinking.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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