The gardener called for mending the crack
Repeatedly had to be sent back
Cause the walls untimely healed on their own
And all thats left was papered stone
Questioning herself to imagine the cracks
Reason, rationality was nothing she lacks
Though she could swear she saw them there
The gardener came and asked her "where?"
She touched the walls she could not feel
The sharp, cutting ridges as she believed
Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her
Her eyes were projecting the vision of a blur
She went outside to breathe some air
She saw her image all well and fair
Walking by the dried old stone well
Till she tripped a stone and inside she fell
She ran to the well and zoomed in hard
She saw her body bruised and scarred
Lying there, and realized herself
She saw the crack at the bottom of the well
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
