11/30

 

Sometimes

something happens in my brain,

I’m afraid

that there will always

be a part of me

who’s more comfortable being sad

and when I’m happy

I drink

just to dull the illusion,

as if knowing

the other shoe will drop

so much easier

if I cut the laces myself.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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