The pain of discontent is not an instantaneous wound, but a silent, prolonged self-erosion,
Within the inner magma of non-attainment, resentment ignites the fire of suppressed desire,
In the abyss of demand, expectation, satisfaction an unattainable myth,
Achievement carved on the white stone of incompleteness, the legend of a vanished civilization.
In the inner-current of psychology, discontent is born from dream-broken womb-pain,
Standing at the threshold, the soul at the dock of its own questionnaire,
The heir of expectation, the matured grammar of non-attainment.
In the ornamented poetry of socially-bound happiness, smiles imposed upon faces,
Inside, the unspoken scripture of melancholy composed, paragraphs of guilt,
Discontent, voiceless non-protest, the soul shattered,
Doubt-stricken, exhausted in the dust-grey frontier of eroded faith
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
The pain of discontent is not an instantaneous wound, but a silent, prolonged self-erosion,
Within the inner magma of non-attainment, resentment ignites the fire of suppressed desire,
In the abyss of demand, expectation, satisfaction an unattainable myth,
Achievement carved on the white stone of incompleteness, the legend of a vanished civilization.
In the inner-current of psychology, discontent is born from dream-broken womb-pain,
Standing at the threshold, the soul at the dock of its own questionnaire,
The heir of expectation, the matured grammar of non-attainment.
In the ornamented poetry of socially-bound happiness, smiles imposed upon faces,
Inside, the unspoken scripture of melancholy composed, paragraphs of guilt,
Discontent, voiceless non-protest, the soul shattered,
Doubt-stricken, exhausted in the dust-grey frontier of eroded faith
Request permission to use this poem