#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?

It's face was hidden more like shadowed
Couldn't recognise the young man
But stories he had plenty to tell
And then he began, great grief he showed.

He spoke about the times I cried
All those times that seems trivial now.
He showed me visions of my family
To keep my tears in me how hard I tried.

These weren't just fables or tales
This was my life, life I wanted to end
But no longer I wanted to stop breathing
There was something about him, thus my plan fails.

He spoke of times I loved myself
And then he revealed his face
He was my younger self, showed me I was once happy
Showed me the memories I had in that rustic shelf.







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