November 9, 2008: Bottom of the Well

Bottom of the Well


It's dark and damp
I'm sitting at the very bottom covered in mud
and wet with tears
My voice is weak
my hands shake
I reach up to grab the wall
I can't see
I can't feel
walls are slick there is nothing to grab
I cry...help
weak, soft but with determination...HELP
Nothing
sounds hollow
I sob, I cry out...HELP
No one hears, no one knows I'm here
No one knows I'm here
but I'm here
Why won't someone look for me and pull me out of here?
I can't do it alone....help
I can't, I can't
I cry, I'm alone
No one hears me
Please....please someone look for me
I don't want to die at the bottom of this well
alone
No one knows I'm here
I'm here