The Well - with audio

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The hollow self
Came off the shelf      
Hidden away
'Til season and day
Trade their grace
For cold embrace
Unhappy
Is the way
To Good
That has waned
Weak is the arm of
One who is stained
A misshapen heart
Drags down
Thistles and pain
O thirsty soul
'Tis water
That refreshes

Deep down, below
The watercresses
To the beating walls
Of empty caresses
Into the well
To make a splash
Slimy walls make
Sunbeams flash
Can't stay there,
Can't say where,
Damp moss
Is balderdash
Once inside,
The eyes,
They lied,
As the price
Was just too high
To winter in
The unseen water
No matter
What to justify

Then came winding,
The terrible
Sickening
Water snake
Having been denied
Pond or lake
To steal soul and pride
But voices called
Beyond the well
Sighed and cried
In they fell
Like knives,
Hit their mark and
Cut him up alive
That dank sound
Fell silent
In the round
Then quiet
Drew away
And was gone
As something else
Was shown
The water tried
To drink it up,
But filled
With hope
Inside was
The pale
To assail
Dark Jail and
So Catapulted
One assaulted
Sheltered
This floater
With cap
And ken
To the top

The well of that
Which is good
Does not
Run dry
Living water
Lifts high -
To the beloved
Drawing nigh

Coming home
To fire warm
And cheery eyes
Of lives inside
Once again,
Despair,
That wilted orchid
Lies dead
Outside