Carved Stamps

I just need this pain to end

and since I know

it doesn’t even exist,

it shouldn’t be a problem, but it is.

This outbreak of negative views

that smothers the last of my smiles

is now conducting my music

and directing my dance steps

and as I go through the motions

like they were on a checklist

I realize my own robotic tendencies are explaining me,

giving away that first impression

pressed deep enough

to last a lifetime.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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