...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~
I
…uncoil…

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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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Comments on "...Symptoms of the Seconds"

On Saturday, September 28, 2019, CryMeaRiver (17) 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.
On Saturday, September 28, 2019, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it.
On Thursday, March 29, 2018, dwells (4177) wrote:

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