The Well

I’m stuck in a hole

No true way out

Nothing to reach for.
It’s cold and dark

Damp and musty

No way to block the stench.
The light above is bright

Barely penetrating through

Never reaching down below.
At last, there is a rope

Just beyond my reach

No strength to grip it.
I think I’ll rest here a while

Watching the rope hang

Hoping it doesn’t fall,
Like me.
Amanda Lutzac

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