Words from the Wasteland

By Bret W. Swain

From an early age music has been a stgrong influence in my life. It inspired me to start writing when I was 12 or 13 years old. I'm now 43 and publishing my first book. I've poured my heart and soul into these pages.

Some of these poems offer hope for true love and happiness. Others deal with the reality of faltering relationships trying to find peace with ourselves, overcoming addiction and failure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483609164

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Copyright © 2013 by Bret W. Swain.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4836-0915-7

                Ebook           978-1-4836-0916-4

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Rev. date: 04/27/2013

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Contents

My Own Worst Enemy

On The Run

Down-n-out

A Loaded Rig

Déjà vu

Wasting My Precious Time

Your Love Is All I Need

Killing The Memories Of You

My Codependent

Shine

Playing For Keeps

Prodigal Son

Ricochet

Annville

Ademption

Silent Scream

Convoluted Endeavor

See What’s Inside

Redemption

Martyr

Valley Of Thrones

The Great Divide

Chains That Bind

Kiss By The Thorns

The Great Escape

Crushed

Relapsed

Circles and Shadows

Stone’s Throw Away

Take My Hand

Walking Away

Slipping Away

Silver Spoon Roses and Whiskey

Axe to grind

Little White Lies

1 + 1 = 1

Losing You

Emotional Lobotomy

Temple Possession

Undertow

Cant Cross Burning Bridges

Take It to the Extreme

Saving Grace

A Foot in the Grave

No Name

Alone

A Different Fold

The Bellino Flower

My Own Worst Enemy

It’s over now that you left me.

Seasons are changing, my cue to turn a new leaf.

Trying to move on but finding it hard to sleep.

When I close my eyes you’re there in my dreams.

You won’t leave me alone, you’re my own worst enemy.

You stabbed me in the back just to watch me bleed.

A shadow of myself, it’s hard to stand on my own two feet.

Trying to get lose, but can’t break free.

Held hostage by the stillness of your memory.

Never alone, because misery is the company I keep.

Thanks to you, my own worst enemy.

Thought getting over you would be an easy thing.

It’s more like climbing a mountain or swimming upstream

In the eye of the storm still waters run deep.

It feels like I’m drowning, it’s getting hard to breathe.

You left, you took everything

Everything except your memories, wished they’d leave me alone.

What do they want from me?

Now that I know your my own worst enemy.

You said you