The Sandbox Poem by Jeffrey Regullano

The Sandbox



We are the sons and daughters
Of the dead and the dying

We are the Casanova of religion
Masturbating our thoughts with salvation

We are the confused who dug themselves a home
Beneath the textbooks and lore

Oh please don’t rain on me mister god!

Is it a terrible time to be young?
Everything seems to grow up so fast but us

Playing under the canopy of city lights
These sands betray my feet.

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Jeffrey Regullano

Jeffrey Regullano

Zamboanga City, Philippines
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