I Whisper Into Ashes at Night




I Whisper into Ashes at Night
 
 
 
 
 
 
Breathe in, Breathe out
Count to three
 
No matter how many things I smash,
I never find you in the pieces, hurt
as it might, your pieces are now ash
 
One, two, three
 
Pick up your downfalls and piece them together
like the pedestal your honor once held in high esteem,
using determination as glue in the garage of breath
 
One, two, three
 
Rinse the water of rumination
off of your skin-tight sanctimony
and flush the veins of your busy mind
 
One, two, three
 
Fly-ways of cars zoom sideways to avoid
heart-crashes of dooming affairs which signal
air in collapsing steering wheels to heed traffic
 
One, two, three
 
Counting helps soothe the burns inflicted
by too many scars left unnoticed but pronounced
in sharp jagged edges caressing your hair during trims
 
One, two, three
 
You’ve made it to the end of the gulley,
all that’s left is to jump in and realize that there was an entire
ocean beneath your skin, waiting to catch you
 
 
 
 
 
 
Adam Levon Brown
 
 
Adam Levon Brown is a published author, poet, amateur photographer, and cat lover. He has had poetry published around 150 times in 11 countries. He has been published in venues such as Burningword Literary Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Poetry Pacific, and Yellow Chair Review. 
 
 

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  1. Left me quiet and still. Excellent.

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