I am well

I feel like I am a well.

Deep and dark as my heart.

Enclosed by weak eroding scales,

Brick by brick, slimy and falling apart.

The worms of despair

Feasting on my dark mind’s lair;

Worn out, uncared for, dusty and dirty,

Hidden by shrubs; foggy and misty.

Cold smelly emerald waters of hurt

Flowing through my veins;

Muddy stains in all of my parts,

The untouched bucket secluded from my pain.

Days and nights make no difference

Love and hate are of no significance,

You ask me how I am?

I am a well,

I am well.