Abound!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldFashion has it's own curses!Hugged veins ever tense to breaking with blood, A chain of sorts to bind one's delicate neck, Fear of cold winds lend to it's ever presence, Wonder in silk round tightly on one's deck. Fears abound through eyes that scold me, Color plain in sight's for all to vomit acid, Practice the knot they scream to ever offend, Place tips near nape and flatten rancid. Be bold and never cause that thing to tighten, Brake convention as if you knew how to start, Bleak times lay ahead as the fall comes knocking, Laugh it off now come dear boy, up to cart. Threebruises decorate one's collar in pink and blue, For linen is unyielding so say all and now me, Free flowing is the way forward I dare to hope, This damned scarf, my enemy, never free!
© 2016 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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