Candle Wick2

Nothing makes calendars short or burns the years like a useless candle wick an overdose snorted on the holy shroud in the days, in the hours of Calvary a leap, a dive perhaps a shortcut of beaten earth beside the paved road even the medicine leaflets promise what they can no longer fulfill to soothe pains to save me from the muteness of meaning from the lack of synonyms for deaf sufferings.