Self-Portrait
If I were to paint myself
the hues would speak of pain
Doused in red and black,
crimson ire soaking
the bed sheets of the mind
with sorrowful cries
Blended with narcissistic cacophony
in ears too shadow-filled to hear
Lies and guilt overshadow
the face, with lines too deep to
care
The canvas is tarred and mold-ridden
from nicotine stains and a tired
heart
The hands burnt red from caught
colds,
staring naked, stripped of pride
The eyes, a pitiful stare off into
the abyss,
which never cares to stare back
The mouth, a lost child prying
lips open, hoping to speak
The hair, tangled with four
regretted seasons, locked to the
sky
Adam Levon Brown
Adam Levon Brown is an internationally published poet and author in 14 countries. He has had his work translated in Spanish, Albanian, Arabic, and Afrikaans. Boasting over 300 published pieces, you can find his writing at such publications as Burningword Literary Journal, Firefly Magazine, Zany Zygote Review, Epigraph, Angel City Review, and Ariel Chart. He was long-listed in the 2016 Erbacce Prize poetry competition and received a special mention in the Pangolin Prize 2018 competition.
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