by David Smith

Created on: August 18, 2008

The Wishing Well

My dreams fell
into that wishing well
And with them gone,
I am left alone.

In this abyss,
it's the happiness that I miss,
So dark is this place
- this claustrophobic space

A chilling dilemma
I'm cornered, I tremor
so cold and tattered,
my confidence shattered

So this pain lingers,
its icy fingers
run up my spine
and in fractured time I watch the moment unfurl

Into that wishing well I will hurl,
my hope,
my happiness,
my self.

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