Well

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 06, 2018

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Well
 
I was walking across my desert life and fell
 
upon my knees when ahead I saw a water well
 
I could not believe what I saw in front of me
 
Was it real or was it a mirage I did see?
 
I crawled closer upon the hot desert sand
 
I reached and pulled myself up by hand
 
I sat there beside the water well with a thirst
 
Looking down into the dark I expected the worst
 
I reached out and grabbed the rope hanging there
 
I slowly started pulling up the bucket in the hot air
 
My parched lips prayed for cool water with each tug
 
Just one drop to me would be like a full jug
 
I do not know which was the worse
 
My anticipation or my unquenchable thirst
 
As the bucket got closer I wondered what I would see
 
Would it be filled with water or would it be empty
 
I listened closely for the water to make a sloshing sound
 
as I pulled that bucket up from the ground
 
I heard nothing but the sound of blowing hot wind
 
Had I been fooled by the lonely desert once again?
 
Finally I put the bucket bedside me on the water well
 
Dipped in a dipper I had found that must have fell
 
I put it to my dry lips and I could feel cool water fall
 
over my lips and down my throat as I drunk it all
 
I had been saved by a long ago water well thought dried
 
Like a once abandoned heart left with love still inside


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