The Well


The Well
A deep,dark,lonely well
Time seemingly standing still
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
Silent soul

By Bruce

About ghosterb

I live in a little town in Virginia called Buffalo Junction. It's in between Clarksville and South Boston. I Love all kinds of music and poetry. I'm a night owl. I love the tranquility and mystery of the night.
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