Tears,A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at what people are capable of doing to each other.
Tears stain cloth like glasses of colour and light,
I look towards the past, trying to hold onto any of you,
The smallest part I yearn for, I need it, please,
Gone now, forever I hate the days that are true.
The build of something maddening and fierce,
Emotions ride high because of sex and ignorance,
Idiots toll in information with no foundation,
As if you know anything that could make a difference.
Hate and love and desire plus vengeance we really were,
Tides of hurt left palm prints on my face to scar,
We painted nights with red and black and money,
Yet never left each other’s side like dirt to tar.
Bravery is lost to me now, as if I never had it,
Beginnings are horrid affairs that leave with fears,
Time heals no wounds, not the mind at least for us,
Stained cloth like glasses of colour and light have tears.
© 2012 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on February 27, 2012Last Updated on February 27, 2012 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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