Help Poem by L.T Sanders

I’m stuck in a well, panicking, my minds weary.
To deep to scream for help so nobody hears me.
I have to calm down because I’m burning well needed energy.
So I have to meditate take control self-consciously.
But it’s literally feeling like I’m residing in the belly of the beast.
To escape I will sacrifice flesh from head, heart, to feet.
I can’t breathe I’m starting to feel weak.
See I’m drowning so excuse me if I can’t proceed.