i stand here, tossing pennies

the poisoned well of my inspiration
no longer quenches the thirst of my longing.
those crystal clear waters that once sustained me and
were a balm to my parched lips
are now tainted with the quick silvered
spill of regret.

i stand here, peering into these waters.
i wonder, can this well be saved? or should
i take the advice of the experts, and cap it
now, before it takes another life?

i beat my head against the cold stones
of my resistance. giving up is so hard;
it runs counter to my nature. i stand here,
watching as an acid rain falls down.

i stand here, my eyes locked on the scattered
image of myself in the water below. i stand here,
my feet frozen in their place. i stand here, tossing
pennies at a face with eyes accusing, eyes with
answers i don't want to know.


--bruised orange