11:11

So I have been told I live in a well,
I suppose my depth is a drain
and yet all I hear is rain
because when I yell, silence
falls with the ping of coins.

I live in the dark,
yet where is this light I give,
because from where I breathe,
I can't,  I gasp to live.

I catch wishes of other's
as they shrivel my positive generosity,
my heart has frozen dry
as I grant other's dreams.