Spaces

photo credit: Surrealismo: El rostro oculto via photopin (license)
photo credit: Surrealismo: El rostro oculto via photopin (license)

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.
 
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 26 May 2016

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