The Well

Spinning down, lower, still lower goes my soul.

Caught in a damning current, I've lost control.

The swirling circle of the tide has me.

its grip unfathomable.

I gulp for short mouths of air, 

hands clawing at something I can't hold.

The sides covered in slick smooth stones,

wet and algae packed.

my nails break when ever a grip is made.

I cry out, swallowing more fetted water.

Just breaking the surface.

I find no chance for rescue.

The end it inevitable.

Spinning lower and lower and lower in the damning current.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think the well in question here is the mind. The speaker's plight evinces a feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. I would say this is a description of depression.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Paul! :)
This was not a pleasant read, haha, a vivid scene. I hope this isn't an expression of how you are feeling. Thanks for sharing.