A Flickering Heartbeat

My weary gaze is drawn
to the tired
flickering
of a nearly-spent candle.
Forgotten on a windowsill,
unprotected
from the elements.

Why won't somebody
just shut the window
that reflects the
dark and cloudy sky,
I wonder,
or at least
move the flame
farther away
from the cold,
unyielding wind?

It winks
at the passersby
in a taxing,
rebellious act.
I give
a humorless
laugh.

The plasma dims
for a moment,
but comes back
to life
in a brief second
of stillness.

It is in
a surreal haze
that I note
my heartbeat matches
the weakened
flame.
Perfectly.

Light.
Thump.

Dark.
Thump.

The storm
is brewing,
I can feel it.
It is possible
the flame
won't survive
the night.

The only
question is;
which storm
will break
first?

Author's Note

I'm just experimenting with this sort of poem, so please forgive my sloppiness.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully captured. The weakness of the flame, mimics the weakened heart. The darkness surrounding and the storm to come, both physically and mentally. Wondering what will break first. Absolutely beautiful words. Thank you for sharing.

[H. Marion]

Thank you for reviewing! And it's my pleasure to share.