Threnody
written by: Aloysius S. Harmon Jr
Aloysius Si has felt my heart weighing down in me
the other day it turned into a cemetery.
some wounds will crack your bones & escort you in the mock for cremation,
but boys were taught not to fall when they are heavy.
I held mine in my chest
the water faucet in my kitchen leaks water the same way my eyes do.
I witnessed tears leaving holes in my cheek bones & each day there were maps that break through me.
all I have ever felt was learning to die with my eyes wide open.
Aloysius S. Harmon is a lone poet from Liberia. His poems have appeared in the Synchronized Chaos's magazine, Sleepless in Monrovia magazine, Eboquills, Eve poetry, Spillwords and elsewhere. He is one of the co-authors to the Breaking The Silence Anthology, Thoughts In Words, and Weep No More, Liberia Anthology. Aloysius usually gets his muse from three elements: Silence, Solitude and Retrospection.
Latest posts by Aloysius S. Harmon Jr (see all)
- Self-Portrait - March 30, 2023
- Threnody - May 26, 2022
- Mentality - December 8, 2021
