wishing.... well

A Poem by Periac

poem about questioning your own actions

as wind whispered
came us worn
sunlight and hungar
from a glazed womb

i've prayed this way many moons ago
sulking over the emptyness from the well's nose
pleading much with words to allow me equal to alone

"we" have been cursed

i'm a tundra now
the tinman

wind whisper again another sweet sonnet
my last true love was a melody of false voices
mirage

i'm a glaciar now
i'm a scarecrow

but am i happy?