Funeral Of The Inside
My heart died inside
my chest last night
I said my goodbyes
while I carved
its initials in a tree.
I buried the remnants
in a hole
deeper than my regret.
I poured in the gasoline
of despair
and set it alight.
I took the ashes
and held them
to the wind.
I let them escape
from my fingers
just like my hopes
and dreams
have fled before me
The Day My Heart Skipped A Beat
Teetering on the precipice
of hazy darkness that is
memory
I sparsely remember
the time we interlocked
fingers on the bridge
at Jefferson Park
For once, my heart
was at ease and I didn’t
have these blood seeking
impulses
It’s not your fault
that things faltered,
I am just tainted
beyond salvation
Go with the light
and save me the darkness;
It is where I belong.
The Past Is Where It Should Be
Digging through
the fattened corpse
of my psyche
Searching for remnants
of a long forgotten past
Opening jars of angst
hidden in rotting basements
Of Seraphim wings
I find my past
locked in a chest
of transgressions
dipped in envy
Reconnecting with
memories I had thought lost
Leads to nostalgia
In the form of a hornet’s nest
Swarming upon my heart
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He is an editor at Creative Talents Unleashed and a book reviewer for Five 2 One Magazine. He has been published in dozens of venues, including Burningword Literary Journal and Yellow Chair Review. Adam can be contacted via his website at www.AdamLevonBrown.org where he offers free poetry resources.
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