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
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