A bird sitting on a windowsill
Crowing weakly; needing nutrients
A loaf of bread three feet ahead
He needs it, his heart growling
His chest deterioratingPlease, some fruit!
I'm allergic to the wheat, that's the truth
I hope not to seem greedy
Or to seem rather rude
But I simply cannot consume
These grains
PleaseA woman cannot hear the pleas
Only croaks and chirps
As she slices a piece of bread
For the bird starving for fruit
A crumb appears on the tip of a thumbI will not open my mouth, miss
I cannot
I will die
Please
PleaseA beak held open
By the force of a weak creature
Who cannot speak up to make the miss aware
Crumbs enter his mouth
Such a stale taste they bring
He can feel his heart swelling
His lungs collapsing
Everything brings him a shock of pain
As he crumbles to the ground
Too timid
Too afraid
To speak his mind
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/188040092-288-k673785.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.