roads

The sickness is festering, pits of despair creating trypophobia.  Endlessly circling euphoria, left diseased and blistering.   ---   A songbird sings in the everglades, As the forest logs are carried away. Even as it's home is torn to shreds, The songbird sing her sorrows in spades. No nest to call home, she wanders all alone. Smoke and fire in her trail, The songbird's tune continues to hail. Each note begins to fray, her battered wings begin to fail like the plucked feathers of her tail, The songbird's song was her wail.  The unheard songbird's forgotten tale.    ---   As it stands today, No joy was found, In the world to this day. To ones dismay, No mayday heard, from the people at play.   ---