#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?
Not the slightest clue I had,
small he had seemed, braver was he,
alone to he's dispairs,
My presence was unheard,
stars in his eyes, pain on both palms,
a lesson he portrayed,
of hope midst life's ruins
© Ink Heart