Suspect.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldThe sad reality of most of us.Guided hands envelop the strings of the heart, Mirrored thoughts leave times behind us all, Glaring eyes are softened with hopes carress, Flutters stem the right for us to kiss not fall. Piercing pains neither hurt nor scar within me, Sliding feelings print minds away from hell, Religious ceremony bound to smiles forever, The seal for both are the dings of the bell. Parents ripped apart by wanting lust, Fear rising in single hearts slapped and shoved, Catch another in heat and passion lay, Once nerves and hands no longer loved. Laying still in wooden boxes no better, Finally of the same stature and respect, Dead the only cleanser that never fails, Each other mere people of tragic suspect. © 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on November 7, 2011 Last Updated on November 7, 2011 AuthorThomas 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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