Apology To Dad

The brain is like a battery chemical
have need electrical charge to
breath.
Lithium the essence of cells forgotten
my watch stops.
The bottom of the cage is a lonely
place gazing up to the sky the clouds
rain down plethora on brow.
Beak is fixed just askew
breath fresh.

(humor)

poem by Is It Poetry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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