Wrong Shot

Wrong Shot

There is a target on my back

I’m waiting for the Firing Squad

Yet I’ve already been shot

Have they already taken away my shot?

It should have been nothing but an after-thought

But the imagination runs wild

Rising in my throat, sulfurous bile

I want to run away

But I can’t keep the demons at bay

I’ve lost the way.

I’ve lost myself

I only see a bullet

Hurdling towards me.

Toward the target on my back

The Firing Squad approaches

They are on their way

But I don’t deserve this shot

Why are they taking away my shot

I have already been shot

Yet the Firing Squad marches ever-closer

Inexorably like wind and waves.

A Look into "Matt Bollinger: DIY"

A Look into "Matt Bollinger: DIY"

Student Activism Proving to Have Positive Outcomes

Student Activism Proving to Have Positive Outcomes