I'M the Water In the Well
I'm the water in the well, captured and still
Dwelling as I get my fill of infinite time to kill
There isn't no flow or nowhere for me to go
I can't even trickle, or meander slow
Stagnation has set in like a darkened sky
No one leans over wells these days to cry
And if you want to speak about far falling tears
I've not seen my wooden bucket for years
Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2015
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