Poetry #31

Dig, dig,
Dig, dig
Dig it
Even deeper.

Dig,dig,
Keep digging.
The deeper
It goes,
The better,

What's this
For may
You ask.

It's for
A well.

Though frogs
Will not
Be at
The bottom.

I'm sure,
Tears will
Be better
To fill
It up.

Dig, dig,
Go deeper.
Dig, dig,
Push harder.
More deeper,
For all
The water,
To fill
It all.

After you've
Reach the
Bottom of
the Well.

Cry, cry,
cry until
you die.

Fill it
up to
it's brim.

Let sadness
Be it's
source, fill
it up
Let it
Flow over.

Dig, dig,
Cry, cry.

Fill it
up with
Bottomless sorrow.