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The Well

The Well

Publicado el 27, jul, 2025 Actualizado 27, jul, 2025 Poetry and Songs
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I feel my feet slip off the ledge,

Slow-motion dive, right off the edge.

World's sounds fade, I barely call.

While gravity gently guides my fall,

All I can muster is a gasp,

There is nothing for me to grasp.

Sky’s reduced to a circle, bright and blue,

Heart beats loud, the world askew.


[Chorus]

I am falling, strangely calm,

Floating deeper, peaceful as a psalm.

Downward clarity sets me free,

A graceful plunge embracing gravity.


Face up, back down in this funnel

Like walking backward in a tunnel

Outside’s echoes ghostly linger,

As I rush down to the water.

Air gets thin and I fight for breath,

While heartbeats skip, waltzing with death.

The sky shrinks to a distant Sun.

As I keep falling like a life undone,


[Chorus]

I am falling, strangely calm,

Floating deeper, peaceful as a psalm.

Downward clarity sets me free,

A graceful plunge embracing gravity.


Falling faster towards cold defeat,

Like a zoom out in full retreat.

Silent whispers and not a word,

Are all that’s left to be heard.

Breathless whimper praying for air,

Heart racing wild if I’m being fair.

The Sun dimming in fading moonlight,

I’m clutching darkness, lost in flight.


[Chorus]

I am falling, strangely calm,

Floating deeper, peaceful as a psalm.

Downward clarity sets me free,

A graceful plunge embracing gravity.


Sudden impact, no time to brace,

Water already closing its cruel embrace.

Silence fills the freezing darkness,

And my heart could settle for less.

Emptying my lungs with a cough,

Will not keep me warm enough.

The Moon turns into a flimsy star,

Up above, light is engulfed in tar.


Spyglass turned the wrong way round,

Frozen and trapped, my senses drowned.

Too cold to move, too numb to even try,

I am slowly fading, just like the distant sky.

Don’t bother to send down a rope,

There is nothing to bring back up... not even hope. 


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