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



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



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 where he offers free poetry resources.