Empty wells for the Insane at Heart

Insanity is ringing a broken bell

Searching for something that isn't there!

Searching for water in an empty well.

When all along I know where.

How?

Did I get this far,

How?

Trying to carry water with an broken jar.

Drinking dust. 

Pretending to be quenched,

Breaking trust,

Only to end with fists clenched.

Why?

That is the question,

Why?

With out any suggestion.

Why is the heart prone to leave?

The One that gives life away for free,

For shifting sand in a broken sieve,

The One who gave life to me.

Insanity!

Doing the same thing over again,

Insanity!

Expecting different results now instead of then.

Empty wells are for the insane at heart.

Who never found the truth,

Broken bells on a wheelless cart,

The vain striving youth.

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[MoriartyMesa]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjvZ2r4gzxs



This totally felt like it should have been the spoken intro to the above link.


NICE

[Mockingbird]

great use of symbolism. reminds me of doing things over and over without learning your lesson for the next time. nice imagery. it flows very nicely.

[Tony]

I am reminded of the Gulf Abomination.
Everyone feels so smart, quoting the FOX morons, and the religious fanatics, and so forth, proclaiming they know where the guilt lies.....
It's BP! It's Obama, It's the Elite...
All the while pumping the poison into their various vehicles, so they can get too 'work.'
This is truly insanity, and this poem helps us remember where the guilt reallly lies: In Mindless Consumption. Over and over we create debacles and then scream at each other when the blood flows in the streets or the bills come in.
Well Done, William. Now you have me all fired up again.....great.

[azlamalo]

I love your rhymes...

Trying to carry water with a broken jar---great line