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The Wishing Well
I went down to the wishing well
to see if maybe I could tell
the man I loved I was in pain.
I feared that I had gone insane.
I found him sitting on the ledge,
his fingers dangling over the edge.
He looked at me and then back down.
Upon his face there was a frown.
I asked "My darling, what is wrong?"
He said "My life cannot go on."
I said "Me too!" and then we fell
together down the wishing well.
One day I got a rythm stuck in my head and I thought "Hey! This would be great for a poem!" I ususally write more serious stories and poems but the beat in my head reminded me so much of folk music that I wanted to make the poem perky.
Now, writing perky poems isn't really my thing, but I started thinking of folk songs and how they often tell stories and fairy tales came to mind. Many fairy tales are have an underlying morbidity to them, such as Little Red Riding Hood. When I began writing this poem, I intended it to be a fairy tale of sorts. It turned into an upbeat poem about death. The irony is delightful! It turned into a story of two lovers who are both traumatized by inner illness, but in the end the find peace in the fact that they're ending their lives together.