You came to me
in pursuit of peace.
So that you could know
your inner shadow,
as I do.
I offered you a drink from my cup,
and asked not for anything in return.
My well runs deep,
for I draw my waters
from a spring far deeper than any deposit
dare to be.
You came again,
begging for more,
and more I gave.
Not once did I ask for requital,
but I could feel in my bones
My well began to dry.
Your insatiable thirst for peace left me
It was not until my cup grew parched
did I see the error of my ways.
and see what your greed has wrought.
Do you not understand
that an understanding heart
can grow tired of being understanding
and never understood?
I poured my cup into yours,
never once realizing that yours
was already full,
and that you would not have spared
a drop for me.
My spring has grown parched
and I have no more to give,
yet you will wander this wretched place
for an eternity
under the guise of never having been helped.
I truly pity you,
though I pity the ignorance in my heart
all the more.