Perpetual Motion

To spite what happened last night,

the sun is out and the lights are on,

my eyes are swelling to the heat and the snow reflecting its own brightness.

I remember being someone better,

someone with more energy and confidence

I never cared about the walls and looks

outside of what they represented in the timeline I’m forced to use.

There was only the confidence

that has since disappeared

lost itself among the empty compliments

like loose change in couches

and needles in the carpet.


About Sean O'Gorman

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

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