No Hand.

No Hand.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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A look into the mind of us that survived.

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Solace finds itself hidden in closed eyes,
Bunching movement hastens to wake the terror,
Fasten those lids and dare not open in haste,
Bleach the mind of hope as the body now sparer.

Night somehow licenses the dead to rise,
Brandy and ice, the liquor of evil and breath,
Slack morals allow for your hands to grip me,
Silence now my only place to give and death.

Open legs the prize of demons forced thoughts,
A shallow hovel above a sign in times square,
Fallen stars with wishes bestowed upon them,
Never work dear God they never leave you spare.

The kit awaits in sterile halls at ones doctors hands,
Those damn eyes of pity will sicken the most bland,
No it's time for all us puppies to heave our broken bones,
To slip away to times on building ledges no hand.

© 2016 Thomas Fitzgerald


Author's Note

Thomas Fitzgerald
Be honest as always.

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This is great:
'Night somehow licenses the dead to rise,
Brandy and ice, the liquor of evil and breath,
Slack morals allow for your hands to grip me,
Silence now my only place to give and death.'

Speaks volumes to me for reasons I likely do not want to understand.....
Res Ipsa Loquitur

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.



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Sorry so late but I love this piece

Posted 7 Years Ago


I enjoy this poem that utilises rich language to portray emotions and ideas. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.
This was really great to read, it is clear how passionate you are about poetry. I enjoyed it a lot.


Posted 8 Years Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.
This reads like a purge honestly. Some deep-seeded stuff you reveal here.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Well one does try.
This is great:
'Night somehow licenses the dead to rise,
Brandy and ice, the liquor of evil and breath,
Slack morals allow for your hands to grip me,
Silence now my only place to give and death.'

Speaks volumes to me for reasons I likely do not want to understand.....
Res Ipsa Loquitur

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.
Very strong and captivating images, I read it over and over again, still struggling with the rich language you used. However, I definitely enjoyed it, I can see how heartfelt it is.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

thank you.
There's much that goes on in our lives ... that's like a drift in the wind. It would appear that we had no hand in it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.
The kit awaits in sterile halls at ones doctors hands,
Those damn eyes of pity will sicken the most bland,
No it's time for all us puppies to heave our broken bones,
To slip away to times on building ledges no hand.

Pity is a broken bone to gnaw on for sure. Clever write, Thomas:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thank you.
Survival of the fittest or survival of those who are fortunate enough to never have to face the evils or darkness of this world.Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Indeed thank you
You remind the reader to rise above...survival in insightful tones and your usual style of emotion...really tangible piece love :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Thomas Fitzgerald

8 Years Ago

Thanks doll.

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Tags: Attack, Rape, Survival, Suicide, Evil.

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Thomas Fitzgerald

Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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