Thrown Back

We see it in ourselves,
like a pale stare inviting us to sleep
while our endless day
keeps rolling us over
and with every flip and turn
the cuts and bruises
begin to smother our skin,
leaving only a reminder
of who we used to be,
someone we once recognized,
but now only see glimpses of
in the windows still dark enough
to catch our reflection.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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