The Broken Unspoken

It always seems to happen this way,

getting caught without the language

like my pants are down

and all the people staring get to see.

watching me like I had something to say,

or show

in these horrible moments

when all I want to do

is convey something more than

these words being caught in my mouth.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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