a segment in our blog where we highlight someone’s poem they wrote and provide a platform for their work to be treated with the respect it deserves.

Wrapped in a cast of my emotional past, I heal from the grievances of yesterday

I can neither walk nor run without a limp, the defeat I feel is immeasurable

Sapped too fast of my motional haste, I feel my percievance turn to x-ray

In the freezer, I cock my gun, no shrimp, an athlete without zeal is leisurable

Untapped and aghast, I forge a new devotional craft, my allegiance starts today

“He’s a bleeder”, talks anyone, silly imps, the backseat blackout, automobile of the devil

Capped at last as conspicuously as a ship’s mast, surreal achievements, to me only foreplay

I am either all talk or no fun, a burnout chimp, the elite must reel before they revel

By: Will Wilson

BÏND 2023