Monthly Archives: July 2012

The Well

It was darker than your thoughts

It was deeper than the truth

It was needed in their eyes

It was drilled into the earth

 

The well was full of promise

It was empty of decay

Pristine in ceramic form

Wooden in its way

 

The well, it led to nowhere

Where water does gestate

The well, it leads to broken forms

Leads to Judgement Day

 

Wells, Wells, Wells

Echoes of dismay

Down, Down, Down

To my resting place

Down, Down, Down

Will you come and play?

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