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The Well

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Aug 2003 · Edited 13 Aug 2003 · 3 comments

The well is now dry, Yet the bucket keeps coming, Falling in to darkness. Wishes drowned in silver. Ageing Queens weigh me down. A distant circle of light, But the miry walls keep me trapped, There is a ladder, But Iâve forgotten how to climb. (inspired by Jeremi Handrinos)

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[9] Bachus 13-Aug-03/1:16 PM Reply

The well is dry.
Yet, buckets keep coming.
Falling into that blackhole.

Wishes & drowning shimmering coins.
Aged leaders weighing me down.
Distant circles of light.
But miry walls keep me trapped.
There was a ladder.
But I've long since hit bottom."

Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.

[n/a] Caducus › Bachus 13-Aug-03/2:46 PM Reply

Thanks,
I like the ages leaders and shimmering coins, yours and mine signify drowning under other peoples wishes in the shape of queens or dead presidents.

I'm sorting myself out now and thanks for the shoulder again.

[9] basit_i 13-Aug-03/10:04 PM Reply

Great. More elaboration on the last four lines, perhaps, might have added something still more?
Just a thought.