#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?

The air was thick, the walls so tight,
Shadows danced in the dim light.
The child stood there, alone and still,
Its presence sent a sudden chill.

I called out softly, "Are you lost?"
Its eyes met mine, so deeply crossed.
No words it spoke, just silent...