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