Drifters. A poem by Phil Lynch

we are drifters shifting
in shadows of doubt lost
in a landscape of half-withered thought

we talk to everyone and no one
we argue with ourselves
about how we got here and why

we fantasise our lives
into what we are not
because we do not know what we are

it feels good in the moment
until the moment passes
and we are adrift again

in the unsettled space between
our state of being
and how it will end


Phil Lynch’s poems have appeared in a range of literary mags and anthologies. His collection: In a Changing Light was published by Salmon Poetry in 2016. More here.

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  1. Nice one Phil, Michael

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