Jerkus

Approach the well, Jerkus, and drink deeply For it contains a fresh awakening And a second chance Do not be afraid, Jerkus… Raise the ladle to your sad, parched lips And drink… Behold, Jerkus, as the blackest caverns Of your forlorn heart Are awash in forgiveness Even as you weep, Jerkus, continue to partake… The well was meant for you And those like you And when your thirst is finally slaked And your leaden grief lifted from weary shoulders Go forth, Jerkus And lead the others To this sacred place As you, Jerkus, were once led For they Blind with ashen grief Cannot find it themselves