Poetry Journal

Wishing Well

I tossed my wish into the well,

Hoping for a tale to tell.

Who would have known it would be sold,

Taken for someone else's gold?

As I watched it sink and fade,

What was mine, now never made.

A golden pass for someone new,

My heart aches for what was true.

My wish into the wind

A story never told

My heart, destined to rend

For other's gold

I became the wishing well

A product to buy and sell

Using my blood and soul

Igniting other's fire like coal

I threw my wish in a well

But it might as well been hell

A/N: I believe this is my best poem of the year, yes I wrote it this morning while I was in lunch during my 6th period of school. I would be able to relate to my own poem. Like... has anyone ever felt like they wish they could do this or that and then you tell someone that wish. Next thing you know they want to do that too and you sacrifice your wish for them. They feed of your wishes. And that's how you become the wishing well, losing your own desires and wishes at the cost at helping someone else's wish come true. You have sold your coin of a wish for someone else gold. They stole or you might have give them your golden pass. And it hurts too see them be successful after the have sucked your potential dry. A sacrifice for your cause not....

Anyways, this was CA11, peace out✌!