At the single moment of sitting

Laying in a pot of gold and

Tree sap amber, trapped in a

Hell of pain and sorrow,

Easily cast in a pit of sorrow,

Jading a past unspoken of,

With tears of joy running

Narrow on a face of hurt,

Scaring children into nightmares,

Making the wake of morning,

Yearn for a new beginning,

In the light that was once

Sunlight.