Paul Ryan, a resident of Louth, with a poem from his collection.
The mirrors reflection
Foreign to me
Not the man
I wanted to be.
Unanchored now
Cast adrift
Haunted memories
Through which I sift.
Poisoned by narrowness
Tattooed with doubt
Gripped by fear
Day in day out.
‘Twas never our fault
We succumbed to their rage
All together
Turn the page.
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