The Fountain

Once beautiful now lying
Broken.
Misery etched in the dreary gray stone
Thinking back, back
To clear flowing water, brilliant aquamarine
From pure joyous past
Now weakly, slowly crawling
Rivulets
That have lost the will
To carry on
When hope ceases to exist
Tell me,
What will happen?

Author's Note

I make an attempt to make something more creative and cryptic(?)...I believe I need more work. There's a lack of punctuation because I made it that way but maybe I should've added it properly...oh well, if need be I'll redo it.