Bethany Maxwell Poems

Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
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As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
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A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
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The pain she felt was behind her eyes
The eyes that were once the clear blue skys
Her face is clouded and dark
You can tell sorrow has left it's mark.
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Drive a little slower,
Take a look around,
Remember the houses,
The yellow stripes of time.
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(His smile wide his teeth shining
as he stood with the bright guitar in his hand.)

As he lays in the casket some month later
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They retreat from the past
For they know they shall never forget, it will never pass
As those they love shelter behind whats to come
For from the bottle of pain they take some
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You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
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My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
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The heat begins as the movement starts,
Two bodies, two hearts,
One place, one dream,
The sweat becoming a steady stream.
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