An empty well, so deep and dark

as a tiny stone falls within

Nobody knows just how deep it runs

They can only see where it begins

The darkness engulfs the tiny peice

of something only part of a whole

It falls and falls as far as it can

just how deep it goes nobody can control

As it strikes the bottom, a tiny echo

can be heard as it softly resounds

But  more of those stones pile together

and the volume of the echo compounds

Soon the well becomes so full of

stones, that more cannot be contained

They push on the walls and soon

you can hear as they cry from being so strained

The walls begin to crack and crumble

as they fall apart before your eyes

That tiny stone from so long ago

was ironically the start to it's demise.

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