A request

Bail me out of this prison
which I sometimes call a gift.
Bail me out of this prison
on which I depend for my bliss.

Save me from my feelings
for you are no longer here
Save me from my reasons
for waiting alone and bare.

Hold my hand and drop me
in an ocean so deep
that when I cry I sink further
with the burdens I choose to keep.



What is water without the land?

Water flows down and up a hill
who knows the pain of being still?
Water bursts from the clouds and come down as rain
never shares its journey nor shares its pain.
It flows and flows till it reaches the ocean
and merges forever with its sole companion.

But what about the love of land and water?
An ocean is too deep for the land to be seen.