I was pushed into a Well of Dark Loneliness.
It hunted down my ears with sweet words.
It hunted down my eyes with beautiful moments.
It hunted down my heart with dear rememberer's.
My soft tiny heart is speared by two sharp spears.
My dark lonely well is colored with its spilling blood.
My knee caps supported me from falling down.
My hands stroked the ground very hard to rise.
My eyes turn red while watering with pain to rise.
My speared heart pulled those spears out in pain.
My wounded heart started to heal and beat.
Now it can rise from any dark well with smile.
Kranthi Pothineni
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