Oh, I feel that, Dan. There are so many things that are easier to get into than out of.

There was the time I fell out of a hay loft into a pig pen, being terrified because my cousins convinced me they were "killer pigs" or something like that.

Apparently, you made it out of your situation no worse for the wear because you're still writing poetry. Good on you.

Technically, I see tetrameter at work, rhythmically, with a mixture of iambs and anapests. The rhyme scheme is a-b-c-b.

Well done, Friend. WRITE ON!