The Wall of Discontent

Morning light 
sheds sorrow on this wall.
Sorrow, weariness, and shadow
before the candle's black plumming flames. 
Bitter tears offer no comfort
to my hurting heart

I am the wick unsnuffed
kept in a jar hidden in the dark,
left behind and forgotten,
like the dark side of bruises
no one can see
and what remains 
is an empty shell.

Let me breathe; 
take away the weight 
of these stones upon me,
release the pain 
buried within my chest, 
where my blood flows
like tears in the dark
making stains of suffering
on the wall of discontent.


Words by
Ottermonkey
Snapper1313
Wolfspiritshadow
Passionate rider
Scorpfemale
Secret desire

arranged by 
janmew 2006