Trapped on this very spot.
A punishment, so raw.
If you saw, what I saw,
you didn't care if you were bound or not.
But this torture is not okay.
I see, a few inches from me.
A fruit, oh it smells so tasty
If I reach for it, it blows away.
It's water, that I feel.
Flowing, right before my lips.
If I want to drink a few drips,
it sinks down below, for real.
I want my eyes to be blind,
so I won't see my needs.
With nothing on my mind,
only feeling the pain of my own deeds.