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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