Look into it, my calm yet curious self.
Look straight down into yet another deep dark well.
Have looked down some many other corrupted and twisted pathways.
Yet some are clean, some are pure, and to those one remains true to this day.
This well is new, and well maintained.
Reminding of child watching another man draw some from this one still.
At the bottom there could be many things.
There is only one way to find out and it is a path one seldom chooses to take.
Jump and feel the surge of blood, of wind, of long trapped air.
Let not this feel dull your wit or sight.
Quickly they pass the layers of the mortar and brick, from clay red, to faded whitewash, to broken lines of black.
These warm bricks they wrap around you and make you feel at home.
Every layer has its own sense; a smell, a feel, a taste
The first few mineral and foundation, next few feel like small sharp sticks, then taste calming chammolie and hints of crushed pepermint leaves. A rush of sage, sprig of thyme.
And then the texture of mud consumes smooth like silk.
Sliding in like quicksand till it comes up just past one's soul.
It leaves as soon as it came and the descent quickens.
<smack>
A wooden barricade bars the way. Lay there still and hear the timbers moan and crack.
<snap>
Falling one more time, the surge is back
your stomach in your neck.
Walls close in further and further,
tighter and tighter.
<splash>
Oh how lucky one could be to find life sustaining fluid in the bottom of a pit.
Float in the blue cool pool.
Feel the cobblestone all round.
Know there is only one way out.
Yell for the bucket only to find it no longer does reach.
Don't fret this is now a happy place with sunlight peering down.
Just hope the person to whom this well belongs is now looking up from yours.
And pray the well never dries out. |
Submission Name: Deep Well
