Over The Well

another one of those poems that just appeared in my mind, i wonder where these come from?

Here we are

At the bottom of a well

No flashlight

No lamp

No hope

You put one hand on the wall

You put a foot on a brick

You pull yourself up

And begin your lift

Climbing and climbing

You never seem to reach the top

You begin to wonder if theres an end

Climbing and climbing

No light in sight

No hope to give you strength

Your muscles are tired

Your heart is pounding

You have no drive

Besides the constant thought

"Theres something at the top of this well"

Up and up

You keep on going

Thinking of whats out there

Up and up

The never ending darkness

Eating at your senses

Light, there's a light

You see the shine

You feel the hope

Light, there's a light

Your so close you can feel the wind

You touch the final stone

Over the well

You pull yourself up

Over the well

Your still underground

Reviews

[just is]

Powerful driven message here, I can feel this Where there is light there is hope, well put together.