Out from the Well
A shortened version of a longer piece
Dark. Damp. Cold.
My hands reach around,
But there’s nothing to hold.
My legs feel cramped.
Are my eyes open or shut?
The wall is wet to the touch.
My breathing is fast.
How do I get out?
But first, how did I get in?
And how long’s it been?
I see light at the rim.
Ok, thats a start.
Is that the sound of my heart?!
It’s getting fast now.
Am I about to blackout?
Am I speaking out loud?
I need to calm down.
No need to give in to doubts.
Then someone named doctor pulls me out.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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