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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Posted on July 1, 2012, in Poems. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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