Bottomless Pit

This is a poem I've written while visiting Boston's Museum of Fine Arts. This particular piece is during my experience with an illusion; the bottomless pit.

Five minutes passed, I’m sinking, falling in something

There’s no wind though, no light or anything to capture

My eyes are of no use here

Ten minutes passed, I’m still endlessly descending through this void

No end in sight, no ground or water or anything to break my fall

Should my fall break at all

Fifteen minutes passed

I turn my head around, I look up, I see something

Squinting to get a better picture of what, or who, it is

I see it’s a man; he is standing there like a statue

He locked gaze on me, staring blankly at me

Twenty minutes passed, I remember I haven’t blinked

I blink; I am now back at the surface

I find myself staring down the same hole I was just free-falling in

Twenty-one minutes passed, I walked away and am now staring at another glitch in reality.

Author's Note

What can I do to better this piece? I know I have a few grammar errors but don't know how to fix them so corrections would be appreciated. :)