embedded in your heart
and I nearly went to Hell
trying to take it from you
You held onto my envy
like it was your own,
knowing it would
eventually, haunt you
Haunt me, envy, haunt you,
envy, haunt us, envy
Our crowns fall
like broken angels
yet in our hearts,
no angel is left without Heaven
no matter their crimes
We both know the price of mercy
It drips down our chins
in the blood of our mothers and fathers
It reeks of the past
yet promises a future
where we both can go on
living without fear
It sounds like wind
when wind is hope,
and hope is really
just another four-letter
word that silences the misery
Blood is no longer a price to pay,
there is love beyond fear,
and the wind cannot blow
without the hope that we all share
Filling the cracks that our now
emptiness used to fill
You held onto my envy
like it was your own,
knowing it would
eventually, haunt you
Haunt me, envy, haunt you,
envy, haunt us, envy
Our crowns fall
like broken angels
yet in our hearts,
no angel is left without Heaven
no matter their crimes
We both know the price of mercy
It drips down our chins
in the blood of our mothers and fathers
It reeks of the past
yet promises a future
where we both can go on
living without fear
It sounds like wind
when wind is hope,
and hope is really
just another four-letter
word that silences the misery
Blood is no longer a price to pay,
there is love beyond fear,
and the wind cannot blow
without the hope that we all share
Filling the cracks that our now
emptiness used to fill
Adam Levon Brown is an Award-winning poet, Mental health advocate/sufferer, and published Artist. He is the author of six poetry books. He has had his work translated into Spanish, Albanian, Arabic, and Afrikaans. He won the 2019 Blue Nib Chapbook Award and has been shortlisted for the Erbacce Prize for Poetry three times.
Very nice poem by a very good poet.
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