About the book:

Deep is the well
Steep is the hole
Smooth are the walls
No climbing
And I stand in the hole
Water covering my knees
My feet are standing
In marshy mud


And I sink.

With my arms waving upwards
Brandish for help
To get out of the hole

Beam of light from above,
Sent out deep toward me
Allude to the end of my
Misery

And with every movement
Sinking my body
Agitated my soul

And shouting for help
And my voice is heard
Coming from bottom.

And people looking down
At me
From up there
Consulting.

Time runs out
And a crimson string
Was thrown to me.

I hold
And I pull
And the string was torn.

Every body was desperate and scared. And I was shivering
And sinking
Sinking and shivering.


And then disappeared.