When you fall into a well
Grit will not save you from gravity
Willpower will not cushion the bottom
Will not strip the algae from the walls
Will not keep you from slipping back down
There at the bottom
The platitudes of the strangers and bystanders
Bounce off the brick
Sounding endless and hollow
Especially when they think
I don't want to get out
I can scrabble my fingers raw
I can scream my throat hoarse
I can think positively until I go mad
But there at the bottom
Grit cannot dispel gravity
Fighting does not create friction
And the bottom is all there is.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:24 PM UTC
When you fall into a well
Grit will not save you from gravity
Willpower will not cushion the bottom
Will not strip the algae from the walls
Will not keep you from slipping back down
There at the bottom
The platitudes of the strangers and bystanders
Bounce off the brick
Sounding endless and hollow
Especially when they think
I don't want to get out
I can scrabble my fingers raw
I can scream my throat hoarse
I can think positively until I go mad
But there at the bottom
Grit cannot dispel gravity
Fighting does not create friction
And the bottom is all there is.