Songs About A Well

We blasted whole rocks to create this hole
Winding spirals
Like the murals
Of a dark bowl.
For the empty
A well of hope
Eased through a rope
Finding plenty
To fill your soul.
With a refreshing zeal, you learnt to cope.

There comes a thirst season that you can’t cope
An aching soul
Needing plenty
To draw a rope
From wells of hope
Fearing empty
In the dark bowl
Just like murals
Of these spirals
You feel the need to fill this dry hole.


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