broken lies my heart
my will
behind the tumbled bricks
of dreams
no longer bright
i doubt now my resolve
my worth
as sorrowing
i stretch my hand
returned
too often empty
deep the well was dug
yet now lies dry
and tears alone
cannot restore it
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Sentinel
PoetryA collection of thoughts, poetic and otherwise, related to feeling different. Not quite fitting in. Loneliness. Depression. Alienation. [Note: I will be moving some similarly themed, previously published items, into this collection.]
The Old Well
broken lies my heart
my will
behind the tumbled bricks
of dreams
no longer bright
i doubt now my resolve
my worth
as sorrowing
i stretch my hand
returned
too often empty
deep the well was dug
yet now lies dry
and tears alone
cannot restore it