I am at the bottom of a dark and quiet well
The light above is a pin prick against an Azure sky
I can see a star though, a blink of beauty hanging like a portrait in heavens hall.
A lovely canvas for me alone.
I know that I have dug this well of my own free will.
But, I had not the foresight to leave myself a way out.
It’s a lot easier to go down than up.
It’s the momentum you see….
The speed of the descent.
It is a fine well that I have created I must admit.
Solid flat walls…..
Deep and water-tight.
Barbed wire around the lip.
It holds screams just as well.
Echo’s die when touched by light.
I am floating in tears, my toes barely touching bottom…
But…..I’m still ‘touching’ the bottom.
Just a little more despair, and my strength will fail….
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