Tears

A deep dark well
lies in the depths of my fortress,
my defences are crumbling
and I am afraid.
Sadness flows from the well
like mist
bathing the bricks and stones
in uncertain vapour
while down in the soft black mud
lay the bones of my past
still and silently weeping,
lost in a salty pool
of unshed tears.

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