BY DR. AGONSON
I sit beside a little pit
all filled right now with rain,
and with a sigh begin to cry
as life renews its pain.
Within the murk my eyes do lurk,
reflected strangely back,
and with my sight I see my light
is dark and wholly black.
My face is pale and out of place
within this little hole;
the ripples change to something strange,
reflecting back my soul.
Tale Told 