Author Information
Within
Folder:
2001 An empty well, so deep and dark
as a tiny stone falls within
Nobody knows just how deep it runs
They can only see where it begins
The darkness engulfs the tiny peice
of something only part of a whole
It falls and falls as far as it can
just how deep it goes nobody can control
As it strikes the bottom, a tiny echo
can be heard as it softly resounds
But more of those stones pile together
and the volume of the echo compounds
Soon the well becomes so full of
stones, that more cannot be contained
They push on the walls and soon
you can hear as they cry from being so strained
The walls begin to crack and crumble
as they fall apart before your eyes
That tiny stone from so long ago
was ironically the start to it's demise.
