Aged Pain




Aged Pain

 

Surreptitiously

biding my time

 

While swallows of

translucent orange suck

 

the acorn of life outside

my fishnet cracked window.

 

Reminiscing old

pains from lovers past

 

I take another sip and rest

the bottle upon the chair.

 

In a flurry of synapse

driven emotions,

 

I break the bottle

upon the wall;

 

Spilling the contents and watching

them bleed the carpet a vibrant amber

 

Aged pain never goes down easily,

and it always burns the worst

 


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. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Poem of depth and despair. Most beautiful if it weren’t so heartbreaking.

Max

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