The Well

January 17, 2011
By Anonymous

I once sat in the bottom of a well
cleverly curled away from the sunlight
and hidden in the damp shadows
where my body could rot in peace.

Now I watch the empty hole from atop
tip toeing across the stone rim
playing with gravity
and wondering when I’ll tumble in again.

The thing is
the well can never be measured, it doesn’t have a depth
and no matter how many times I slip
there’s no guessing how far I’ll fall.

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