Mourning Skies

Batteries

Cold white walls
Hold marks of past attempts
Deepened gashes still
Steal the downward glances
Of wandering eyes

If I wanted your pity
I would have asked
I am not a broken toy
Only running on shortening supplies
Of triple A batteries

Leaning on a brick wall for support
As I drain from my being
Down the gullet of another beast
Just looking to feed

An empty shell
Zipped from ankles to neck
Painted on smile to further more
Cover the frown etched in aged skin
With smile lines faded
As the smiles themselves
Escaped into air
To bless the faces
Of others

But I want for the day
Of my revival
As the spring melts the winter frost
And April showers wash away
Tear stains
They will never truly leave
Just become remnants
Of times I narrowly escaped
But I know I will live again