wishing well

[akhtar]

This day I wake
Seeing only the view outside the window
Raindrops swooping down unto the green green grass
Birds performing on the leaves of a redwood
Submerged shrubs throbbing for air

Entwined in a web of desolation
I stand here in union with sorrow
This intense sting polluting my spirit

Loyal servants of doubt
Who gaze at the fountain of immortality
Imagining its waters gushing unto there contaminated hearts
True! They wish to see the glowing within
Theirs is a stigma which man heal not
An ailment with a persona all its own