Still-steel well

 
One a day in the past I was a well of fresh water
Once a days in the past I was vastness of life flowing gentle sweet strife
My walls ran deep tapping to the bottoms of the earth touching the living WATERS
The WATERS that came from me gave forth life to those who drank and they could live FOREVER
FOREVER did i yearn to birth and nourish life that was my ENDEAVOR
My walls clean to the bottom holding together what made you be,
I quenched the thirst of many yet when they drank they did not put thought or care to my walls
When I killed their thirsts they killed my walls throwing stones unmindful of my  tomorrow
In the days of the old I was filled with joy, a fountain of youth-made a well and made well now abundance of sorrow
Abandoned tomorrow
The waters that once ran fresh now ran salty with urines of drunkards
When I gave life to their mothers they took life by drowning their off springs at my bottom making me a witness to abortions that I one day will stand trial infront of natures jury
Truly from what I tapped fresh from mother earth I was forced to return filth and disgust and faced its wrath
My walls crumble in the darkness of the night were I no longer bear reflection to the moon's light
And they that polluted me stumble and fall to my plight
The earth abondoned me and cursed me for those that I kissed with my flows and "giving"  once my M.O now my flaw my down fall
Still I was the well that kept on giving, thriving for a living betrayed by my own nature of giving
My waters ran still and calm like spring on your palm
Never an angry tide that was from me, never a hurricane on my coasts
From my boasts
     that was life and freshness
      this was all what once was  
        this was all what never was
The earth declined me, shutting it's doors, the streams that ran under refiling me became  diverted
The earth's furies denied me pleasantries I once got and gave
Now my walls thirst too like you did but they quench not and now you curse me for your thirsts
Now named the well of the dead they  throw their vile and piss on me at will
They say in their many " oh here once was the great well that our fathers jacob drank and his  kin were made many  but now just a hole in the ground a grave yard to thee"
They say it as if i birthed failure eventually but it was they that rallied on me and turned me to this
Now i tap from the streams of the iron that flows through the earth
My waters no longer still but iron steel
They can see the freshness as before but they can not drink no more
They cast their  reflections and see what could be but can never
I am now forever a fountain of steel refusing to give nor to recieve
What they throw is kept a top for them to saw
They now rip what they sow
I no longer drown their filth to my depths I let it be there at the top so it can be a nuisance to their presence
They now look at me with disgust and hatred for my trials to survive and to be immortal
What once was a still well is now a steel well