The Song of the Phone

With fingers weary and worn,
And eyes heavy and red,
A person sits, all alone, forlorn,
A phone held ______ in bed.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
Through the newsfeed's endless flow,
And still, with a vacant stare, they type,
In ______ phone's pale, ghostly glow.

Tap, tap, tap,
On the glass, cold and bright,
'Til the sun outside starts to lap,
And shadows yield to light.
Oh! Men with sisters dear!
Oh! Men with mothers and wives!
Is it not ______ souls you should hold so near,
Not the screens ______ rule your lives!

Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
Through curated, filtered scenes,
Where happiness is always ripe,
And life's a highlight reel, it seems.
Compare, contrast, despair,
In this digital, mirrored hall,
Is it joy that you find there?
Or the ______ of a bitter fall?

Tap, tap, tap,
In the ______ of the room,
While the real world takes a nap,
And relationships wilt in the gloom.
Love letters left unread,
Conversations left unsaid,
For the phone calls, a siren's spread,
A connection to nowhere, instead.

Oh! But to breathe ______ air,
And to feel the sun's warm kiss,
To ______ this digital snare,
And find true human bliss.
But ______ phone's grip is tight,
A constant, hungry need,
In ______ darkness of the night,
On its endless feed, they feed.

Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
From dawn 'til day is done,
______ life lived in a digital stripe,
A race that can't be won.
Tap, tap, tap,
Though their spirit starts ______ fray,
They're caught in the phone's cruel trap,
And ______ can't look away, can't look away.

With fingers weary ______ worn,
And eyes heavy and red,
A person sits, ______ alone, forlorn,
A phone held tight in bed.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
In a world that's lost its way,
They've ______ their soul, swipe by swipe,
For a screen's cold, ______ sway.