I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well,
tarnishing the copper pennies that lie below,
promising empty wishes that will never come true.
I kiss the observe as the coin falls into the water,
splashing back a figment of my imaginary
world of good luck and hope.
I have to be careful what I wish for
when I toss the penny down the well,
because my wish
can become an internal hell.
The suffering is the same as on Earth
as it is in the afterlife.
There is no escaping the wish
leaving silently from my lips
as I hope to float to the bottom
of the wishing well.
There, I will become another
empty vow, void of the wims
and hopes and dreams of the little girl
I was always meant to be.
To sink to the bottom, silently,
to lay on the cool concrete well
that.. well.. is home.