GeneralPoetry & ArtRants The Fountain by enjoytheraven 6/8/2013 written by enjoytheraven 6/8/2013 I sit at the edge of the fountain whilst all the children play within. There is ample water that does not touch me or cool me. My reflection broken on a thousand surfaces. A thousand eyes. A thousand fears. Ample WaterChildren PlayFearsReflectionSitSurfacesThousand Eyes 0 comment 0 Email Related posts Barely Hanging On 11/1/2024 coming to terms with my end, and abandoning... 11/1/2024 Feeling hopeless 11/1/2024 In your head 10/31/2024 bleurgh 10/31/2024 Probably a Bad Idea 10/30/2024 Just Another Number 10/30/2024 every night 10/30/2024 What’s it going to take? 10/29/2024 10/29/2024 Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.