November 9, 2008: 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