Crashing in the vacuum
of an anti-social bubble
picking through the rubble
of what should’ve been
by now.
What could’ve been
by now
These toxic thoughts
so loud.
Grown from
broken roots
and fading branches
a litany of chances
untaken, forsaken.
Why so shaken
right now?
Do you even know who you are
right now?
Lost in a timeline
you have no place in
retreat, retreat
till you have no trace and
you have no space and
you hide your face and
you’re out of sync,
what a waste.
………..
Eddie is a writer from Ballygawley, Co. Tyrone. https://edscreativewritingcorner.wordpress.com/