Dry (Old Poem)

I finally fixed it up. I actually cannot for the life of me remember who I wrote this about or why O_o I really should start making notes to go with my poems xD

The frayed rope burns my palms

 As I sink a bucket for you.

 My shadow is swallowed

 By the darkness.


The well has been sucked dry

And voices call,

Not too far away,

For a guzzle, a sip, a taste;

But the well is dry,

It's sweet nectar drained by nasty

Swollen thieves,

Rather than the starved rats

Who rarely complain.

I emptied it for you.

Wasted it all... On you.

My eyes will fill the well

As I rinse my own pain,

Until the well is wet again.

The End

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