A haunting exploration of emotional isolation and desperation, 'Wishing Well' captures the feeling of being unheard amid empty words of hope. The song dives deep into the frustration of those struggling with overwhelming concerns and the anguish of feeling invisible and unworthy. With vivid, desolate imagery, this track escalates from light-heartedness to devastation, revealing the weight of disingenuous intentions that burden the soul.
Verse 1:
I sat at the edge, just a moment too bright,
A smile painted on while I’m losing the fight.
They throw their words like coins in the air,
Hopes that shimmer, but they vanish into despair.
Chorus:
Oh, can you hear me? I’m under your spell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
Verse 2:
Fingers crossed in a desperate plea,
You say it’ll get better, but it’s just make-believe.
Buffeted by whispers, cold as a grave,
Do you even notice? I’m too far to save.
Chorus:
Oh, can you hear me? I’m under your spell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
Bridge:
Each empty gesture weighs down like a stone,
Like nails in a coffin, I’m buried alone.
And with every prayer, another bruise to my soul,
You don’t see the fractures; I’m losing control.
Verse 3:
Distant shadows in a world so hollow,
Your fleeting kindness, just a bitter swallow.
Pack 'em all tight, every flicker of light,
The weight of your silence turns day into night.
Chorus:
Oh, can you hear me? I’m under your spell,
Drowning in your wishing well.
Outro:
Crumbling under the pressure of your empty refrain,
Every flick of your faith feels like adding to the pain.
A heart turning hollow, a rhythm that swells,
I’m caught in the dark, drowning in 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."
Linkin Park