The damn silent well!

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~When at age of 5 i felt in a well and kept me alive holding the walls of the pit. But the terror of the cold, dark, loneliness is inside me.
Until this morning I did not know it but spurred by a poet and friend to write a poem just all came together in my mind.
My brother saved me! ! ! !

And the damn silent well resides in me again!!!!~

 

 

 

 

what is more than feel and be afraid
when she lived inside a dark well
full of spirits unknown
what is green? what is light?
living from falling things
in your dark place
sometimes a book others times
sounds of people living their  lives
just through the wind
and lined up tiny coloured flags
above
she learned what is pray

that sound ~ through the tissue~
sang for her
sweet songs of prayers
so at now she knows what is it
Pain ~learned for herself~
Dark ~ from the well~
Pray~ from the wind~

what she can do with that?

So, she is in your gloomy  place
silently
unknown time

suddenly your blonde and curl hair
grows like the perfumed musk on the wall
and they see her for the first time
the wind was more fresh
the voices had the owner
and hands coming with faces

Hands!

what she can do with that?

I don’t know

but

out there

~she sensed~

and
long  and blonde hairs still grow
on that

damn silent well

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