Out of sync

Scrolling across social media.

Sifting through the news and stories Pretty soon the interest is lost

Then arrives the tantalising pull of a half finished book

Only to be midway abandoned

Yearning for a mood enhancer, some good old nostalgia

But the subscribed dose of melody sadly is out of sync

The faithful sofa invites With an offer to calm an anxious mind Round the clock vigils over the dead and living

Has cast a shadow over those hoping to chance at surviving. The pen brings forth the unspoken words Restoring to some extent the broken soul The thoughts penetrate deep

Pondering over a hereafter

Of whatever awaits; heaven or hell

For right here, right now Death is all that abounds.