Out of Sight

Longing,
The airport departure hall kind,
Beyond the last wave
When even the shadow of you
Has disappeared from my view
Leaving only the ache behind.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Chorus

It’s a long way until tomorrow
When I’m caught within the storm,
With the choir of all my sorrows
Singing on until the dawn.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Making Your Way

The desert defines you after a while.
You become the trek
Not flesh and bone,
Like sand now
As you freeze at night
And burn in the furnace heat
Of the noonday sun.
Your identity as fluid and false
As the trick of the mirage
That guides you away from home.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Too Blind

I can’t see you,
Just the echoes
Where you used to be.
Because I’m a lost boy
Confused about the direction,
Whether I’m heading
For heaven or hell.
For I stopped feeling
When I started bleeding
Many moons ago.
And all that’s left
Is half a bottle of whiskey
And these scars
That keep my eyes shut,
I’m down on my knees
Begging for redemption
Knowing the game is up.
For there is just an absence
A black hole in the aether
And the echoes
Where you used to be.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Red Light

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This is not Pretty Woman.
There is no knight in shining armour
Coming to rescue you.
Just hands holding you down,
Bodies that buy you,
People that own you
But don’t see you.
When you were once
Somebody’s sister,
Somebody’s mother,
Somebody’s sweetheart.
But always you’ll be
Somebody’s daughter,
Somebody’s Child.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.