Out Of Sync. A poem by Eddie McClenaghan

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/

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