Stain on the Wall.

Mundane dents and scrapes,

No match for the taste of

Yellowed stains;

Branding the walls with the ghosts of new chapters

And dimly lit memories of various dangerous nights.

An unwashed cowlick and the grip of a bottle

Flick of a cap down a musty hallway.

The scrubbing of walls

Takes no effect to the aged stains;

Now impressed on his brain

Like a traumatic event

Which whittles down his person to something

Bitterly Enslaved by the pain

First-handedly experienced by

A stranger.