Rancid Well

People drew essence
from his existence
They felt nourished
by every drop of him

Hopes and dreams
inspired his giving
He thought
wisdom never ran dry

Then doubt rained heavily
and filled his heart
overflowing with uncertainty
He started to speak
stale words

His well of knowledge and wisdom
turned rancid
People were wearied of his speech
and flet from his presence

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

10 thoughts on “Rancid Well”

  1. Shouldn’t one examine one’s ‘wisdom’ periodically to avoid the entropy of hubris? The poem seems to suggest otherwise… Perhaps I misunderstood it…; -)


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