Deep? Well,

maybe

more like

pensive

or even

cautious,

careful,

perhaps

shy, timid

scared to

reveal or

share

thus appearing

deep. Well,

not so much

profound

but rather

vacuous,

hollow,

empty,

nothing

but

an abyss

a morass,

tangled

confusion

strangling

choking

suffocating...

resembling the

echoing

silence

of a

deep well.

i shouldn't have leaned so far over the edge-

but i did, tumbling over the stones

and landing in water

that rose up to my knees.

the rope was long gone,

unravelled by the forces of time.

my shouts endlessly bounced

against the walls,

as i attempted

to finally escape.

for the monster wasn't within

it was

down

inescapable as the hypnotic

ripples

on the surface of the water

closer

as the rocky sides rise up to meet me

and I'm met

with the darkness that waits

beneath

beneath the water

at the bottom

of that ancient, alluring well

there’s no bottom to the well

of a soul,

everyone seems to be

a universe of its own-

too deep to

gain ground,

too wide to

be found,

the attempt to fully understand

is an infinite fall~

is feeling likewise possible at all?

I've fallen

and am drowning

clawing at the steep dark slime

is futile

I will never escape on my own

and know

no one is coming

to rescue

me.

Neslted in webbed muscle and

Pulsing artieries

The spring of thought

Pours from your chest

In an a neverending well

It is the mouth of a glittering univerise

Thriving under rooted bone

Freely, you sink a hand into it's depths

And with lifeblood glistening

You water the lips of strangers

In the Heart of the Congo.

Villages go up in flames.

Soldiers take what they want,

While child soldiers take aim.

Chucking a grenade down the only Well,

The General walks away with a smile on his face.

Leaving death and hatred behind,

Killing a boy hiding under the surface.