Discovered


As tears flow down
A well fills inside.
Stones rest at bottom –
Wishes of children.

Shelves gather dust,
On which books await
An inquisitive touch –
Abandoned.

Children grow,
Wishes change,
No more into wells
But into graves.

Abandoned libraries;
Mysterious.
Air of Intelligence;
Uncatchable.

A grave un-chosen –
Very un-wise;
Death, a choice?
Surprise, surprise.

Slipping through,
Light in a gap;
Piercing,
And astounding.

Purpose surprises
At every turn.
The well, now full
Joyful tears.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem