Well Brined Lady

A Poem by NelliKong

At the bottom of this well… I don’t know what entails, whether will I conquer and prevail or fall in deeper and fail.

These two telescopes on my face hold the most powerful seas, the gates have been unleashed and then the salt mixes in to complete… this mixture of pain, doubt and all the things that inside kill her, this feeling is far too familiar.

These salt deposits are just getting bigger and no matter how much water I put in to dilute the solution, the contents never dissolve; maybe I should just jump into this well and fall, I mean haven’t I already ran into enough brick walls?….

The amount of salt I have created can be used as rocks, I try to take those rocks and use them as my stones and throw them; they just bounce off the wall and hit me in my bones, every inch of me, which makes me feel even more alone/ so why bother to even groan?…

Sadly… no matter how many coins get thrown down, the wishes never come true… it’s as if I’m nearly a permanent fixture and cemented in like crazy glue. Will I climb out this well alive… we’ll have to see… if I can find a shovel and see if I can climb.