When The Well Runs Dry

WHEN THE WELL RUNS DRY

A Poem by Kemi Amusan

When the well runs dry and the airs take their leave

Without the pretense and farce

Your sponsors will suffer your ass to be whooped

Your friends will turn to foes

and your family will throw you to wolves

When the well runs dry and your earth becomes scorched but you still got to be there

When the well runs dry and the dirty waters come home

Leave your vessels in the dungeon and dare your soul to soar

And hope life takes you places your comfort could never brave

And bring you gems your money could never buy

 

When the well runs dry and the leaves go brown

Without the pretense and farce

Your home will feel like a jungle

Your furniture may turn monstrous

and your shit will be out in the open

When the well runs dry and you come to the end of yourself

When the well runs dry and you feel stretched past your limit

Spread out your arms and give the care you need

And hope life takes you places your comfort could never brave

And bring you gems your money could never buy

 

When the well runs dry and you have grief for company

Without the pretense and farce

Angels will turn villainous

Strangers will become stranger

And your wounds will appear bolder

When the well runs dry and the leaves go brown

When the well runs dry and you just have to trust

Reach in the dark my friend, and shine a light with songs

And hope life takes you places your comfort could never brave

And bring you gems your money could never buy