By Logan Rush Compau

Will you read this?
they want a performance, not a tale
abused foam axes of a child
reveal my attempts at breaking
from this armor, fear
of picking up the real struggle
one we live through or we hope to so
will you read this?
I love the song but miss the chorus
some days it’s too faint
when fences vanish and I’m devoured
everywhere seems too far
but bear with me as I forget
the page but remember the words
will you read this?
Demons attempt to kill our authors
and scribble my face in a burnt home’s charcoal
I’ve ceased to stare upon that piece
though it hangs off the branches
and freezes in streets like the feared
I run home but never want to be alone
I’m written down and stand for you now
Will you read this?