The Well

The Well
By Allie Marie

I fell into a well of sin.
I can’t remember where we begin.
Blackened blue and murky gray,
another coin we could have saved.

Our fathers will remind us,
say look down and see the rust.
We forget what came before us.
It is them we cannot trust.

Blackened blue and murky gray,
we will never be the same.
We fell in a well of sin.
We forgot how to begin.

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