Pushed

I walk blind like it didn’t matter,
restless
like the wind would never find me,
never try and take me from my own feet,
but the gist is in the gust
and it
follows me until I fall from my own legs
down
onto the unforgiving pavement
that’s always
trying to reach white bone.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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