I want to strangle your babies
The seeds of your spirit,
Castrate you of thoughts
Until there is nothing left,
Naked and bare
Bones.
Nothing left
But the hollow soul, the empty coffin
In to which I pour
The dead-eyed demands of this society.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Holy Hell, you are damned good!
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Thank you, it’s all down to the great poetry on WordPress giving me inspiration and keeping me writing 😋 I wouldn’t manage it on my own
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I totally know what you mean. Keep bringing it. 😜
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You too.
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