The Only Flow

He tells me this will change,
these open days
that feel like empty nights
will one day split in half
and the sound alone
will create new music,
the kind that ears
that were never meant to hear
and in the wake of my own madness
all that I’ll have left
is my ability to change
and my willingness to adapt.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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