Blake Poitras

The Voices

The Voice Beyond the Bindings As the Saturday morning grew closer to its end, I watched a mass of fools funnel together, merging as one, waiting to be tricked by a single voice. As uncharacteristic as this was for me, I was also suckered in but had no desire to hear out this Voice. Dragging me by my limp, lifeless arm, a lifelong friend has decided that this was to be “awe-inspiring” and “what I needed”. My sighs were waved aside by the excited chatter of this overbearing optimist as we continued our climb towards the top of the stone pillars of the convention center. My last glimpse of the dark gray sky was the last sight of the hope that I held onto for years.