#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 had colourful clothes ,
And a brilliant smile,
As if darkness never existed,
Rediant and bright.
As i approached the end,
I could not find him,
There was a cave visible,
from where i had stopped.
I went inside, it had many gates,
As if to reach him,
I had a mystery to break,
Then I started one by one.
First gate was of a toddler,
Who had broken his arm,
I caressed him,
And he felt releif in my arm.
Then I went to the next gate,
It had a angry teenager on the door,
No one understood him,
His pain was gone as I told him,
He was not wrong.
Then I reached the last door,
It was me, hopelessly doing his duties,
I gave him a hug, said not to loose faith,
We have done it and reached our goal.
I saw him so cheerful,
How long it had been,
Then he started shrinking in my arms,
And became the child I had seen. ❤️
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