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There is a Well

There is a well somewhere beside the sea

In it, I hide all of my dreams

 

The moon calls out an angry red-

belligerent and accusing

It asks me not to

Then I wander the streets

telling stories of what could have been

Mesmerizing and piercing

 

There is a well somewhere beside the sea

It holds my past and all that I used to be

 

A man drinks the water of this well

Draining me

until he is all of me

I do not know where to go

Life is too long

 

There is a well somewhere beside the sea

buried there, that's where you will always be

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Martin Elder

Sun 20th May 2018 15:05

The repeating of the lines There is a well... really makes this poem drawing the reader into wanting to know more of what is hidden there.
excellent

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