Frog In a Well

Frog in a Well By: Joanne Jin 1. The Frog I am the frog in a well: I do not speak; I do not move– I think of sundaes and sunshine and all the euphoria, But I can’t help but carry a heavy weight On my shoulders. There’s a ginormous boulder in front of me, But I can’t do much about it. All these people around me Calculating numbers, But I do not seem to care what they think about me any more They aren’t significant as they seem to be To me, They are E-n-d-l-e-s-s d-o-t-s Circling around , Surrounding me In another galaxy Far Far Away, In a foreign place. 2. Pov: The Phantom I am a Phantom Roaming around a ghost town– Not knowing where to go or who to see, I have left my past life where it belongs Trying to move on from my past The one where you and I were together. It’s been a century of tears, You are still my lover You are engraved Deep, Deep, Deep in my thoughts. But as time heals all the tragic wounds, The beaten up brutal past As your face is haunting me I am a changed soul, Having matured by understanding, Having a deeper connection with nature and those around me, And I realized that it’s okay to not be okay. Sometimes, even when life is Breaking, breaking Down into a dark deep hole Full of all my cataclysmic thoughts, As you still roll like thunder Rumbling inside my brain. I already know who you have chose” Her And I am no longer a bitter fruit as I wept Over what could have been When life was as simple as a soft leaf , Falling, Falling From a tree When all of life’s justices and freedom Are forever forgotten away In the land of make believe – Knowing that my mind has come at peace Finding myself truly once again, Maybe I’ll see you in another life Somewhere Far, Far Away From the ocean. As you sang me to sleep With a sweet lullaby In the Grand Prairie You broke my fine china As you also broke my heart For it has been bleeding for the stars in the sky for So long. In my dreams You are a shooting star, Soaring high up in the moon As I’m thinking about you, But the rain forest burned itself to death. Staring at you is like staring at King Midas: You view me as a stranger from an unknown planet You mean the world to me and all of it above But I am just another toy that you play with– You left me there, stranded on a deserted island Full of corpses of all the plastic dolls you adore. We are older now Wrinkles of time You are with your lover And I am with mine. But for some reason There are still lingering thoughts about you For I have missed what could’ve been– As you were my forever sadness and happiness In the night sky– Trying to find my way around town But missing every route and turn As I’m thinking about the oldies, The blues we used to listen to Billie jean was quite amusing to dance to– You in your cowboy boots and chestnut hair Far, Far Away In a foreign place. 3. Her She’s one of the beautiful doves flying in the night sky The way she looks into your eyes She and you were destined. You’re Sinking, Sinking deep Into her forbidden love I’m Fading, Fading away As you and her Are Flying, Flying away To paradise. 3. When the Party’s Over I don’t remember what happened after the party was over, Whiskey bottles lying on the kitchen floor Shattered pieces of a heart Left in a graveyard, But it’s still beating Even though it’s bleeding. I am forever fortunate, I have a few gray hairs And knit sweaters for the homeless– I do not know what to say as I’m growing older– I have lived my life well and freely.