Taped Up Man

He’s a taped up man who creeks when he walks
Brain full of colours he dreams when he talks

A taped up man who can’t look beyond
He lingers in memories to which he’s most fond

The taped up man with holes in his shoes
Concealed beyond eyeline they cover his blues

A taped up man who revistis the day
But changes the ending with every stay

A phantom, a spirit, to some he is true
From a time and a moment to which they came through

The giver of help but receiver of none
The taped up man knows he’ll someday be gone

— E.M. Wragg

E.M. Wragg hails from Essex, England. You can usually find him waxing poetic on the streets of London or at home watching movies with his dog. He’s currently in the midst of drawing 1000 stick figures for his next creative project.


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