The Well


Somewhere in the deepest
Darkest parts of me
There resides a well
I tried to board it up so no one could see
All of my feelings, my eternal hell

Everything I feel becomes hidden there
Not to ever be felt again
Yet every time I think I’m fine
The trouble always does begin
And I find myself crossing a line

I have crossed many lines
Burnt so many bridges
So now I am lost in my own confusion
All in the maze of a heart within
That I know I am losing

Written on
July 4, 2002

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a poem I had nearly lost, but I found n my old notebook, along with one other that I will post. This one was about my feelings and being lost in that well.

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