#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?

Yet When I awoke it took some time
But I finally remembered the well
I had seen it before
Behind my Great grandpa's burial shrine , I had no time to dawdle I must get to the well I said
and hope that lyoung man is not already dead

so I quickly drove as fast as I could
I don't know what I i thought ide find but somehow I knew I must go on
I felt as though I had left something very special behind

but I had not a clue what it could be
and didn't know who the young man was or why he called out to me

the weeds had grown oh so high
the brush was thorn filled and thick
but from the corner of my eye
I could see the top base of the well hidden behind shrubbery and stick

so I walked over slowly
and carved a path from me to it
like a Knight with his sword
I knew I could not quit

I needed to be strong
perhaps stronger then ever before
because this man's life could depend on me
and that scared me to my core

as my heart leapt and the pace was at a an impossible speed
I reluctantly looked down the dark tube of a well
and the message I heard
I knew I was meant meant to heed

do not come down here
just listen to me, my friend
I visited you in your dreams
in hopes you could set me free again

it's been many years
that I've been imprisoned in this well
I've shed oh so many tears
due to this prison I created
my own personal design of hell


but I've learned my lesson
and the error of my ways, yes I now can finally see
so I'm hoping you can help me out and throw me down our special key

our special key,, was he slight in mind I've never met you before,, I have no key
I wasted my time coming here
all you do is speak in riddles and joke with me some more

For I have never seen you before
and why do you need this special key
this is a deep dark well
not a simple cellar...