Bethany Maxwell

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Saved - Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Bring me to my knees,
In an empty stone building,
Cold walls around my heart,
Falsely beautiful light of stained glass on my face,
And save me.

Hold the barrel against my skull,
Cold medal on flesh,
Look in my eyes; desperately pleading,
Pull the trigger,
And save me.

Make me your angel,
Scratch wings in my back,
With your fingernails,
Moan God’s name in my ear,
And save me.

Close your eyes,
Block out manipulating pixels,
False expectations and demands,
Question forced religion and thoughts,
Calm your heaving heart,
And save yourself.

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By: Bethany Maxwell
September 4th,2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,611 Points Saadat Tahir (6/19/2014 3:59:00 PM)

    looks like a written picture of a meatloaf number... gripping and enulfing
    its very nicely written

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  • Gold Star - 70,859 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/4/2013 11:15:00 PM)

    calm your heaving heart and save yourself, Very good line. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013

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