The Well
A deep,dark,lonely well
Time seemingly standing still
Quiet,brooding,reflective
Deep waters held within
Filled with wishes desperately hoped for
With many a secret untold
Secrets…you maybe somehow be able to guess
From the faint,bitter taste of salt
From whence tears did fall
A well can run shallow
soon to be dry
When the dark,hidden rivers fail
and the rain passes by
Oh the darkest well of my silent soul
My sorrow it dost hold
Of which none will never know
A deep,dark,lonely well…
My hurt
And
Silent soul
By Bruce