the well of good times

Oh well of good times

won't you please hold my coins

see, one is from Europa during the Dark Ages

when Salem was king

one is shaped like the Tower of Tristas

oh well

I've come all this way to look down on you

and find you half empty

What do I do now? do I tell you my secrets?

or pray on my knees with a book left by god?

do I wash my hands in your clear cool water?

or investigate the origins of your mossy exterior, maybe

speculate on my life so far

I can't help it now I'm already starting

it's not that I have no future

oh well, let the bad times sink

and the good times swim to the island

Island of lost names and places and things left unsaid

is not an official title

just something

to tide my thoughts over

until my eyes start raining

and you catch it

so you're not half empty after all

and neither am I

and you know, Im glad I came here

I thought someone else would be here

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

Beautiful poem, really intrigued me. Thank you for sharing.