Becca Swindell Poems

As the days and the nights blended together,
I feared in my heart that would be here forever.
I went to the places I could escape to,
and in solitude and lonesomeness I would cry.
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My fist closed tight around the glass,
My 1st, my 4th, my 8th, my last.
I stumble and fall,
I just tried to reach the wall...
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Before my eyes I see it fall,
I cry as I wonder how I lost it all.
The memories of my life stab me like a knife.
They gave me no warning as i stand here in mourning.
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Dreams of death come waltzing past,
Shadows of memories that she though would last,
Music keeps playing in her head,
Tempting her to join the dance of the dead.
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