Sometimes after change

I still feel no different than before,

just the leftover remains

drying in the sun

like leaves waiting to crack,

split into unknown powders.

We share these moments

like unhappy endings,

this is where we tell each other lies,

where the tests we take

are only there to judge us,

to remind us

that someone wants us out,

someone wants us to lose

almost as much

as someone else wants us to win.  


About Sean O'Gorman

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

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