...Symptoms of the Seconds

By SolApathy

Into my disease of crumbling pleas
Watching the sun drift to darkness, beyond a rolling sea
I burned the universe’s flame at both ends
Never contemplating the darkness that would descend
Wicks worn
A flame can no longer be borne
I lay in the plume 
Of this cigarette smoke filled room
Knowing nothing of where I will be, soon
I contemplate the moments as the seconds echo by
Certain in solitude-- broken, knowing I shouldn’t bother to try
Second hand teasing the silence as infinity drags on
Echo of a moment as I recall the verse of a once loved song
I wither in the turmoil
~A symptom of the universe~ 


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Published on Wednesday, March 28, 2018.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...I am the symptom of darkness you endure--I will infect you with the symphony of a pain with no...Cure
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  • CryMeaRiver On Saturday, September 28, 2019, CryMeaRiver (20)By person wrote:

    I love the structure of this; it really brings out the tone and voice of how this is to be read. Lovely sound and words, well done.

  • SolApathy On Saturday, September 28, 2019, SolApathy (560)By person wrote:

    Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it.

  • dwells On Thursday, March 29, 2018, dwells (5703)By person wrote:

    The universe's candle; too hot to handle. Something serpentine this way comes. Cheers my friend! - Dan

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