Hole

I thought at first it was a dream,
A figment of a hope starved mind,
When through the darkness scythed a beam
And with it voices warm and kind.


A narrow band of pure white light
Shone down upon my squinting soul,
Illuminating left and right
The human squalor of the hole.


I felt my heart leap in my chest,
A flood of tears streamed down my face,
Too many days I’d been a guest
Trapped in this god forsaken place.


With heavy legs I tried to stand,
My half clothed body stained with blood,
But failing strength forced me to land
Head first into the thick black mud.


I crawled on all fours screaming shrill,
My hellish ordeal almost done,
Please do not end this rescue till
You find my boy, my captor’s son.