Mercy Child

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Mercy, child why are you crying?
All the tears in the ocean
Won’t bring Daddy back home again.

Child why are you dreaming,
You’ve got to pack away the toys and games
No tantrums, not on moving day.
We’ve got to go
We can’t afford to live here, the end,
Nothing more to say.

Child, why are dying?
Nothing lasts forever;
Happiness is the greatest lie
And the first casualty to die.
Because fish go swimming in different seas.
No! You can’t see Daddy today.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Spaces

What if the places where it began,
Burned up,
Burned down to the ground.
What if the people who once cheered,
Began plotting,
Baying for blood.
What if the angels, the heavenly host,
Were the demons,
Inside my skull.
What if the sky
Came crashing down,
Swallowing me whole.
What if the fever, seeps through the walls,
No safe spaces,
Just cages for all.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Beast

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The dance of heat haze on a summer’s day
As pollution oozes from car exhausts
Infecting the air, a miasma of plague.
Car wheels make a quarter turn,
While engines growl in pain.
All unable to escape the belly of the snake,
The slow moving behemoth that slithers
Menacingly towards the coast.
 
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That First Time

Undress my soul,
Dive inside,
Consume me whole.
See into the heart of me.

Split the atoms of my being.
Tear me into little pieces.
Prolong the agony I’m feeling
With a glimpse of ecstasy.

I wish this mortal entropy to cease.
Exchanged for decadent decay
When the animal within is released.
When our bloods mingle and combine,
The first time, when on my soul you feast.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.