Wishing Well

Everything is falling apart,.
A crumbling heart,.
Held together by plaster decaying from the rain,.
The fear and the pain,.
Is consistent with death,.
A lifeless, last breath,.
That we took when we held hands,.
In the ill forgotten lands,.
That were foraged by giants,.
Holding onto the nothingness of their clients,.
The fall of them is astounding,.
The emotions I feel are crippling,.
When all is going well,.
Is when the other half wants to empty the wishing well,.,.,.