A While by the Well
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


It sinks down
To the bottoms
Beyond the fathoms
Of our reach

You can't see
See the bottom
It's pitch black
It's a beast

They say the digger
Lies on the bottom
He didn't have
The strengh to climb

To the surface
So he kept digging
Down to the furnace
In his mind

Yes down this well
You go to hell
You feel the flames
If you stand by

They rise without smoke
Up through the tunnel
And funnel out
Into our sky

Can't see bottom
But you can feel
The faith of hell
The raging steel

By the well
Without appeal
I stand and bellow
Out my soul

Into the realm
Of evil deeds
Into the bowels
Of earth below