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All left behind

written by:  William T Fearby

 

she sits alone in a world of her own
watching the clock on her new iPhone
seconds last minutes and minutes last days
trying to cope in her own special ways

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she struggles to find

she picks up a photo from her bedside
and looks at the picture that she tried to hide
she tries not to cry as the tears fill her eyes
living the memories tainted with lies

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she struggles to find

letters and photos are strewn on the floor
reminders of everything she had before
a life that she struggles to leave behind
lost in the thoughts she struggles hard to find

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she struggles to find

so many questions go round in her head
trying to make sense of all that you said
sitting alone with tear stained eyes
trying to sort the truth from the lies

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she struggles to find

every time she thinks she's starting to cope
fear creeps inside her destroying all hope
will she ever get the strength to go on
or will she wake up and realize you have gone

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she struggles to find

she opens the pill bottle she hid in a draw
pours out the whisky and locks her bedroom door
it doesn't take long for the pills to start
easing the pain of her badly broken heart

she lies in her safe haven as her life ebbs away
thinking what went wrong not knowing what to say
she falls deeper and deeper down the abyss
the end of a sweet life blown away like a kiss

memories memories are all left behind
memories memories she never will find

William T Fearby

William T Fearby

AUGUST 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
i am 66 years old married for 46 years I have 3 grown up children I left school at 15 with no qualifications I have worked for the last 30 years in my own business I owned a pet shop a garden centre and a woodwork shop so I never had time for writing I had a serious illness 4 years ago so I closed my business's down on new years day 2013 that is when I started to write I write short stories and poetry I write for charity
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