Dawn.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA collective thought process that came to me tonight, ah the inner workings of one's mind.Slight weight pressed hard upon me, Those eyes of pain stare forth once, A shiver of pain slides within my throat, Relax you snivelling retentive ponce.
Light dims the morning calls for us, No screams link I to he just yet, My face is locked in resentment no fear, So stupid the lenghts one goes for a bet.
A sign of stopping creeps over the night, Pain flexes it's right to stay with the dead, Hate fills the hearts of solemn victims, Lay down in blood soaked sheets, one bed.
Minds wander to the oddest of places, Praise hope left in fields of bright fawn, The whisers stay with us in the cold, It's alwasy darkest before the dawn. © 2011 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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