• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
Joseph K Little

Joseph K Little

Writer

  • Home
  • Joseph K Little
  • All Books
  • Shadowed Earth
  • All Episodes

Horrible Poetry

The Well

June 25, 2015 by Joseph Little

My well sits on a tall hill.

It is a stupid place for a well, but the water is pure.

It quenches me like nothing else.

Pulling water up the well is strenuous and burns my arms.

My will is Ethereal. Fleeting. Transient.

To live, to really Live, I must drink. I must drink often.

To Live I must first suffer.

So I climb the hill.

I pull up the water.

I drink.

I Live.

© 2015, Joseph K Little. All rights reserved.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Horrible Poetry

Primary Sidebar

Subscribe to our mailing list

Joseph K Little Cafepress Shop

Categories

Recent Posts

  • Why Hollywood Adaptations Suck
  • An Uncomfortable Truth
  • Radio Silence
  • A New Process
  • The Diary of Charlotte – How She Came to Be

Archives

Meta

  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.org

Copyright © 2025 · Genesis Sample on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in