Wishing Well

Tainted by the monster you have slain,

Darling boy in a young man’s shell

I do hope you don’t become

As cold as the winter you keep yourself in.

 

You are lost

And I was not the compass point

You wanted me to be,

I take your words on the chin.

 

Even the fullest wells eventually drain away.

I am an empty wishing well

Wishing you well.

 

 

K. Thwaites

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