The Bottomless Well Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

The Bottomless Well

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Sometimes I think the curse is over:
It's all expunged.
I don't have to write anymore!

But then I excavate some more
feelings of sadness
and out comes the ink.

Well,
like blood spatter
on a white wall,
the melancholia
keeps on
dripping
out of my eyes and
out of my fingers and

I am cursed to write
some more...

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