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small voice
My dream felt so real yet it wasn’t. The well I fell, was so moist and dark I could not see. But in the dark, I somehow saw a child staring me down. Speaking one could not fully understand what the child was saying.
Making my way towards this small child, it would almost seem as if the child never climbed back up. Maybe it didn’t wanna come back up or maybe that’s what it knew. Getting as close as the words made no sense maybe a language I could not speak. For a split second everything went quiet the words were clear
but something else had happened. I tended to the child, asking for a name the child said it had no name for it had forgotten so long ago
#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
© CREATIONMOON
Making my way towards this small child, it would almost seem as if the child never climbed back up. Maybe it didn’t wanna come back up or maybe that’s what it knew. Getting as close as the words made no sense maybe a language I could not speak. For a split second everything went quiet the words were clear
but something else had happened. I tended to the child, asking for a name the child said it had no name for it had forgotten so long ago
#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
© CREATIONMOON
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