#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?

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?
It looked awful similar to spell,
as if it saw me fight the demonic knights;
who weren't my enemy just angel disguised,
everything for I didn't fell.
The pain was real bit misunderstood,
it's wasn't a foe but out of brotherhood.
And every other misery of life,
I was only taught about until;
it hit me like a truck for me to strive.

© bhavya_sheisvintage