Nail bitters

loosing all parts of face,
as the mirror silently escapes.

whats left to chase,
chasing away the bottle,
broken in so many ways but these walls can only be built from the ground up.

Chin up,
left foot in front,
right behind every chance that came.

Forgetting to blame myself for the rain
but it came and washed the slates free from pain.

burdened down to create a dying sound
but who will hear the last spoken word?