The Rope and the Well

Dark encompassed me
Still surrounded me
The smell of death
The feel of cold
Hopeless
Despairing
No way out
No way up
The bottom of a well.

I cried out for help
And heard nothing
I felt the walls
For something, anything
But nothing.
I was lost
And alone
Forgotten.

And then
I felt it
A woosh, a swish
Something
Cut the air.
I felt around again
And it brushed my face
I reached out in fear
In the dark
Not knowing.
A rope.

I look up
From where?
From who?
I can see nothing.
This is the moment of Desperation.
There is no other way.
No other hope.
No other escape.
I take the rope.