Litost
These cries ease my weeping;
still while drowning I see
there's no use for shore no more
This water's for me
But these flies cease my sleeping;
so stranded I be
I've landed before the shore's
ever touched the sea
It seems I've strived for death
undyingly
I've been deprived of breath
til it came to me
My voice is wrought,
but still I say
a loving thought
that's blown away
No choice I've got
then to swim my days
til I also rot
and am blown away
I think of you
while stranded,
I've demanded nothing but what I do
I've received so many dreams,
but not one that's true