A haunting exploration of emotional isolation and disillusionment, 'Wishing Well' captures the frustration of minimal responses to deep needs. It starts with a tinge of light-heartedness but escalates to a level of devastation, embodying the experience of feeling unseen and unvalued amidst empty reassurances.
(Verse 1)
In a room of echoes, I sit alone,
With the weight of words hanging heavy as stone.
You say it will pass, just give it some time,
But your comforting whispers feel like a crime.
(Chorus)
Drowning in your wishing well,
Thoughts tossed aside like shells,
Empty promises you sell,
All I hear is the tolling bell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
(Verse 2)
Each 'hope' is a shackle, another knot tied tight,
With shadows that linger, clouding my sight.
I’m a coffin made of dreams, shattered and frail,
Buried alive, every breath feels like jail.
(Chorus)
Drowning in your wishing well,
Thoughts tossed aside like shells,
Empty promises you sell,
All I hear is the tolling bell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
(Bridge)
Your words are bricks, a wall I can't climb,
Each one feels heavier, deeper the grime.
With every prayer that rolls off your tongue,
There’s a nail in my heart, I’m coming undone.
(Verse 3)
It’s a desolate dance, this pitiful show,
Invisible chains pull me down, way down below.
As your kindness floats in the air, can’t you see?
I’m suffocating here, drowning quietly.
(Chorus)
Drowning in your wishing well,
Thoughts tossed aside like shells,
Empty promises you sell,
All I hear is the tolling bell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
(Outro)
So spare me the sentiment, the well-wishing grace,
I need a lifeline, not a ghostly embrace.
Watch as I fade, and the silence will tell,
I’m lost in the depths of your wishing well.
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Help me write a poem called Wishing Well. It's a frustrated, desperate plea against people who respond to immediate concerns by saying they hope things improve.
Focus on the feelings of emotional isolation, feeling invisible or unworthy, using desolate imagery like being a coffin made of your disinterested hopes and being buried alive. Use escalating rhetoric, starting out by just pointing out how mere words don't fix but coming to a crescendo where it feels like every disingenuous thought and prayer feels like another brick, another nail, another pulse of the wound bleeding out.
I want this to start ALMOST light hearted but end up absolutely devastating.
Try to not reuse any given term for hopes or wishes, except in the chorus, which ends in the line "Drowning in your wishing well."
Focus on imagery and feelings and again, DESPERATION
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