My Well

An older one of mine that I'm finally getting around the putting up

You're my well

My well of sadness

My well of madness

My well of gladness

My well of emotion

When I drop my bucket

Unknown what will surface

Does is return without substance?

Is my well void?

Sometimes dry and barren

Other days full of substance

Either quenching my thirst

Or leaving me empty

My well inspires

Leaves me full of desire

My well, full of potential

Like the first spark on a fire

My well, crafted in such an elegant way

Is always empty these days

Where did the water go?

Never shall I know

Author's Note

Edit: Changed last line to "Never shall I know"

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful imagery
The idea of well is very well indeed.
Thanks for sharing.

[trainwreck]

Good job on this! I'm not sure if it was intentional to use "substance" twice, but I would consider revising one of them to some other word, just to provide even more detail. Other than that, great job!

[Baby Ricochet]

My well is full of, oh never mind.

[s y e]

This was good, I liked it.. Another great write from ya :)

[Jack...]

Very cool. I like the thought process behind this.

[Jagger Cyde]

Thank you for giving your time to check this out.