I’ve been sitting by the village well
Its water’s roaring with the bitterness of forlorn tears
And I’ve heard the testimonials on mended souls
Choked on their gospel of time’s course
But I’m still gagging from my angst
Brooding and pouting over my own fears
Slashing faster now, a bid to outrun agony
And I can see my face cringe in the flowing waters
That light in the hind stuttering to a dim
Flutters of blithe spasms rushing through my form
A loll babe slipping from within.
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