Deadfall by Matthew J Frink

Deadfall
no-one can see me
Deadfall
no-one cares
Deadfall
surrounded by people
Deadfall
no-one’s there
I’m trapped
inside my mind
don’t think I’ll make it out this time
I’m stuck
here all alone
Don’t think I’ll ever make it home
Entwined
in my own web
overthinking things I have said
I’m locked
my own prison
it’s me, I’m a cruel warden
Deadfall
no-one can see me
Deadfall
no-one cares
Deadfall
surrounded by people
Deadfall
no-one’s there

Biography: What brings me to Aims is a desire to be something greater than I already am. I have
always been a storyteller. At first to amuse my friends and family with various performances,
but that was always seen as a hobby, and one that wouldn’t take me anywhere. So, I found
myself within a loop of ritualism for a long time, until I found my epiphany. The lightbulb came
in the form of my lovely wife and her unending encouragement. An artist herself, she helped me
realize my potential as a creator. Pointed out to me that through my passion for writing songs and
stories, I could touch people. I could make them feel. She showed me that words are magic. Real
spells sitting on the tip of my tongue ready to be cast into the world shaping and molding it.
When people experience my work, I want them to feel seen, heard, and ultimately uplifted. I put
my abnormal perspective into the universe hoping that I am not alone and that others see it too.