Roaches Scurry

  
"Roaches Scurry"

Staring out the window,
Burning light the leaves are wilting.
Light bellows life reborn.
But hope is retreating.

Inside an endless downpour,
The flowers drown.
Before they have the strength,
Too sprout from the ground.

The ground is burned and cracked,
Even in the rain.
The sweet song of birds,
Sound's utterly insane.

Singing just to sing?
Living just to live?
Parasites suck away,
All they have to give.

Roaches scurry,
Feed upon remains.
Are they the only ones,
Not insane?

Danny Gunter
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