#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?

In the depths, a mirror gazes back,
Reflecting fears, and hidden tracks,
The child's eyes wide with wonder and fright,
Echoing whispers through the endless night.

A symbol of innocence and vulnerability,
The child...