Tracked

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Original image by X Bradley.

Lights

Cameras

What’s that word that rhymes with fraction

Oh take action

Tracked in places I frequent

With spaces I can’t see

Do i let it run or barrel the gun that lives inside me

The trigger my mouth

The words I can’t see the bullet that take life

From thee

Reloading a task that leaves me Burnt and throwing up

It brings back all I lack

What’s my next line that thing that tethers me

Here

My trigger lacks a safety so no one will be safe with me

I’m a loner but an older soul

Born with a toll of older friends and older Men

Who see parts of me in them

But the ammunition formed in my brain takes aim

Leaving me bloody and stumbling through

my lines

and the things that feel like crimes

If I am a weapon made for bloodshed then

why does my soul

Crave like a hunger for another

To understand me to find safety in me

but alas

I know the barrel keeps all away

About the author:

“I’m an amateur poet currently in my junior year at Arcadia with a theater major and creative writing minor. I enjoy just being a vessel for art in all ways that I consume it. I let the words flow and let my passion fill the space with my words.”