Wishing Well

Unbeknownst to you, I slowly suffered.

A lifetime of solitude, a heart forgotten,

Silence left to take the place of dreams.

Abandoned by hope, afraid of my desires,

Left to see the world through closed eyes.

Apathetic and cold, a mannequin on display,
Surrounded by others, yet always alone.

My sense of purpose slipping out of reach,

Afraid to look at my own reflection.

I cast my soul into a wishing well, 
Sunk into its depths, embraced by fluid darkness,

The sky above grew smaller and more faint.

Yet still, I saw the shimmer of stars,

The void below unable to consume them.

These specks of light reached out to me,
Begged for me to take their hand.

There was no water at the bottom,

Only an that emptiness surrounded me.

But I could still see the lights above,

Flickers of hope I desperately clung to.

I felt eternity pass inside my mind,

All sense of reason devoured by time.

Trapped inside the well, I faced despair,
Fought against the world I had created.

Broken down as the light began to fade,

I felt a change inside of me, a yearning.

Arms raised, I begged the light to take my hand,

Wished to be pulled wholly from the darkness,

To let go of the shackles that bound me.

There is something more for me in life,

Someone willing to help shoulder my burdens.

Frantic, I struggled towards the opening,

Terrified of the waning crescent above.

The sliver vanished behind a veil of darkness,
My light severed before I reached it.

The stone beneath my hands forgotten,
My cries echoed throughout the well.
Silence crept up from the dark pit below,
And one last time, I begged to be saved.

Warmth enveloped my hand, you came for me,

The moon to illuminate the night.