Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Down Inside The Well (We Will Be One) Down inside the well, It's nearly dry, So dry, And we can look down All we want, Throw pennies, Get a flashlight Peer. What do you see? "There's nothing there, A bit of mud, Some fragile leaves." No, No! Look again. What do you see? See the flicker, That shadow there? It is white and black All at once. Can you see it? Can you? "I see mist. That's all... Nothing more." You see it, Don't lie! The eyes, there The eyes, And the vapor of A soul moving. "I do not see it! I will not see it! Those souls..." Down inside the well They live, just as Memories live... Just as you and I Live, And pray And pray to live. We are all scared, All of us. We are all scared. There will come a day When we, too, will fall. Fall and linger In the hollow of the well With those souls, Trapped in dark space, Haunting ghosts We will be one with our fears. Dena L Moore September 11, 2002 Down Inside The Well is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
