The Well

In the center of the woods
That surround my home
Nearly obscured, there lies a single well
Dug to the deepest reaches
A gateway into hell

The well can not be sealed
The well can not be filled with stones

In the center of my body
Bathed in filth
Nearly obscured, there lies a gaping hole
Dug into flesh like a lesion
A void within my soul

The wound can not be sealed
The wound can not be filled with blood
The wound can not be drained
The wound will bring the flood

When the dark water rises
We shall bathe in its glory
When the water overflows
We shall drown in sorrow

A flooded forest floor
A weight upon my back
A breath to fill my lungs
A tempest in the black
The wound becomes the well
The well becomes my home
The trees will hide me here
In death i am alone



Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Shults
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