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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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