Its So The Truth Poem by mike susak

the degradation, of once was flapping wings

sitting in a tree, the voice sings

once soaring high, and flying fast

so prolific, the rancid air made for impossible tasks

turning everything into salt

pounding hammers, the most vexatious of sounds

drawing my attention ever so closer to something clever

like a jigsaw puzzle, with a missing piece

so masterful, so incomplete

more chemical burns

flesh from your bones

raving on and on and on

about nothing at all

ranting, wanting, haunting

gluttony, behaving so badly

wanting rewarding this behavior with red in eyes

dreams fail, dreams fade,

awakings succeed and always will

but what is all this about

is all this a crock

its so the truth,

its so the truth

its so the truth