Wishing well. So profound, dark and cold.
I did as they say to do. I whispered my wish
Down your narrow walls. I tossed my very last coin.
I gambled everything and hoped you'd bring me good luck.
Now, I can't help but have horrible nightmares of falling in.
Desperately calling for help, Trying to find something to hold on to.
Trying, with all my might, to stop myself from drowning in the waters of luck.
I awake to my heavy breathing. And hear the echoes of regret screaming in my mind.
How could I gamble on something so unsure? Something, so unreal?
Greed took the place of thankfulness and appreciation.
Now, I thank you everyday for the amount of happiness I already had.
But still, you've counteracted your curse on me.
I feel everything that I am slowly drifting away and becoming nothing.
I wished for more when I had what I needed.
Now, I'm left with nothing. And it's left me feeling alone and full of sorrow.
