Bethany Maxwell Poems

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped beauty
The tongues of fury lick
As it burns through the wood and metal preforming its duty
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As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
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The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
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Silver pearls fall down her skin
She knows she must do it for she can't stay strong
For all she has to do is count to ten
She knows he's always wrong
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I want to melt away into nothing,
To be a simple molecule of air,
Floating in and out of people' lives,
Without them even knowing.
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She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes
She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights,
She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still
The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
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You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.

I wouldn't be here by choice,
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The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
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Sometimes,

Every now and then,
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Bring me to my knees,
In an empty stone building,
Cold walls around my heart,
Falsely beautiful light of stained glass on my face,
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