The Blackbird and its Bread
They'll never know the blackbird that haunts me
His piercing eyes stare me down
My self as a sacrifice to feed its hungry burden
Crumbled to nothing as the bread on the ground
Its ravenous wanting pulls me deeper
A lone feather to fall omens for more
Each day of returning it feasts on fear
A scavenger leaving nothing but bones
Hollow husk of a self once known
Through the time and nights where I refuse to dream, he lingers,
Perching and waiting.
The dawn does not stray the blackbird….
….neither my sacrifices fading.