Well
In my well
hot, steamy
water smells
pungent with guilt
of an unrepentant sinner.
There-
in this eternal stench
it swirls and
echoes around me-
solitude
I fell
too deep to think
not knowing how I'd get
back to reality, to comfort,
security, to loving.
Round and round
the shadows creep
inside the water
impaled on the stone
In my well.