Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔

Poem # 2- The Well

Somehow, my host awakened on an open field,
Full of grass and full of weeds
And it slowly approached something,
For it wanted to get discovered— lingering.

There was a little structure made of rock,
With a large opening with no lock
It also had a bucket that can dwell
Yes, for it was truly a well.

It looked down and saw nothing but an abyss;
It was astounded that it was so deep
An echo through the darkness, a sound of a hollow,
The vanishing roar— it followed.

It finally sat down beside it,
For it wanted to rest along the pasture
The tendrils gave nothing but pleasure,
But it didn't pay ample attention.

For it suddenly realized,
All the darkness that it seized—
The deep was the fall;
The bucket was the reeling high.

It eventually stood up and looked once again,
Till it finally used its hand
And maybe it thought—

It'll save the dank waters up into the luminous land.