Stuck within the well

Frozen in time. Living in the well forever. All I have is the sky, my sky. Rolling on, becoming all that I am, all I've lost, all I'll ever be. I'd cry, but I doubt anyone would hear me. Pointless. I can't even wipe the tears away. All have forgotten me. It's their right to. Why should they pay a mind to those living in hell that deserve it? For I surely have earned my damnation. My sins have brought me this. Cruel and unforgivable, as they may be, No one deserves eternal punishment for crimes commited with their eyes closed. I'm the one who has lost the battle. Never shall I regret looseing, but my fools intenions and actions, forever weigh heavy on my mind, huanting me. It's irronic that the one within the well wishes to be on the outside, yet the wish will go ungranted. The sky is purple, as the paints I once used, to portray the beautiful land scapes of my home. But they are forever a world away. Evening threatens to take over. The purple sky darkens. Yet, I know, the sun fights the inevitable battle relentlasly, until the day is lost. And even then the war is not. The sky has a hope, and yet I have none. My fight is over. My war lost. I envy the sky, as much as I pitty it's endless battle. No one but a fool would wish to fight forever. Unfortunatly, I can no longer fight, yet may never rest. Damned as the sky. My sky.