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Batteries Concluded
My batteries are draining, as all hope within is lost,
A spirit maimed and waning from the overwhelming cost.
I once believed in lovers, in the brightness of their charms,
The warmth beneath the covers, and the safety of their arms—
But now, inside the prism of a devastating truth,
I cling to cynicism and my dissipating youth.
The price of love is greater than the currency I hold,
Which scraped a gaping crater where my heart had harbored gold.
I only taste the bitter, as I feast on dreams of loss,
Discarding hope like litter in a matte expanse of dross.
I shut my eyes, succumbing to the sense of overload,
A merciful benumbing of my heart, where love was stowed.
There’s nothing left but leaving, once the batteries are spent,
No gnashing teeth or grieving, just a final one percent…
…And then, with dark prevailing, I at last can claim my peace—
No feeling, fault, or failing—just the freedom of release.
David Nelson Bradsher
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