A well

A Poem by Maleficent

From a day I felt adventurous.

A roadblock short of a fortuitous well
Path untraversable and thick with foliage
Lush, lovely foliage and
Green on the senses
Beckoning a wanderer like
A trail to a hiker
Blocked by abrupt fences
Heeding forward yet
Denying access of the well
Thus how it feels to be a traveler
Bound by wanderlust madness
Unfulfilled and yearning for the well;
bricked and barred and bound
by an adventurers will
Traversing the brushes of a forest unimbursed by this earth
And left to overgrow a thicket
Barren by a hack of impure mirth