The Well Echos

Swept up in emotions like the waves of the ocean.

Beneath the surface, where the answers are held by the recognizable sea creatures.

The decent to the bottom is bottomless as you touch all other's emotions that are kept all the way at the bottom, sinking, hoping theres a place to rest when you reach the bottom of this well, you're going down.

You're gunna wish it was only you when you reach the bottom, looking up into the tunnel.

As the ocean was always too big to swim through you swore you could see the light in the dark of the swirling whirlpool; So you jumped in head-first.

Screaming from the botttom of the well, go ahead, no one can hear you, except through the echos of the walls.

Screaming back, echoing the cries, you hear a mocking tone,

you are alone.

this well is not yours.

Tears collected over the years from past cries flood the well walls.

Is my fate theirs? How many have drowned and not resurfaced.

Fated to Call out with no response until it feels as though the walls have closed and so the world fades as you look up.

My destiny is not yours.

A well is a hollow wall with narrow bricks, the entry is the descent.

The well itself does not inhibit wails of emotion, the flood only started when you fell, posossed.

Now you feel as hollow as the well you're down;

As these walls talk back and know how to yell.