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The Well


 


This is not an 'abandoned well' as the lines below indicate. It is my ancestral home which is more than 120 years old with a kitchen-attached well. But looking deep down into its bowels, it used to evoke a sense of fear, insecurity and at the same time, a great place to hide things I didn't want others to see. (Yes, I did throw a couple of things in there. Shhh :P) The structure itself is so old with plenty of plants and brambles growing along the edges giving it an eerie look, especially if we stare right down for a really long time, So this picture definitely did seem befitting to mirror the following lines, which I feel, many of the readers can definitely resonate to.


"An abandoned well, in the middle of nowhere.
Deep, dark, eerie, and intimidating,
Its walls lined by deep-rooted greens,
Even thorns and brambles all around.

My pupils search warily inside, dilated,
For a possible bottom, dry or submerged.
It's a dump ground for everything futile,
And even for those that need not see light.

A quick drop and it's fallen for good.
No 'Thud' even, such is the depth.
Some, safe and hidden it stays forever,
Yet others rot and degrade within its bowel.

Oft its darkness invites this temptation, 
So intense, to peek inside, by leaning in far.
Sitting by the edge and staring at the abyss,
You lose control, the dark beckons you in.

You fall and fall, headlong into the unknown,
Vacuum and emptiness sucking you down.
Your hands reach out in vain, for help.
Alas, only the prickly brambles and leaves!

You are bruised and falling, waiting for the end,
With no one to rescue or call for help.
And you remember! That 'you' built this well!
Long ago, when you couldn't handle it well.

The walls, thorns, and the depth, meticulously built,
To help you rid of those negative baggage,
The weight of which you cannot handle.
But the same well now sucking you in!

Your end is near, with no miracle existing.
Regret, helplessness, and heartbreaking agony,
As you fall on the cushion of your own burden.
You see them again, them, you never wanted to see!

Your nose filled with intolerable stench,
Landing on years of your disposed waste,
You scream and shout, desperate to the core
Words reverberating only to your own ears.

The abandoned well, no longer abandoned,
Engulfing your entire soul as a whole.
Those arms that built these strong walls, 
Now lying incapacitated by that one fall."

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