It pierces me like an arrow most traumatizing,
and my eyes sweep the sky, searching
for an unknown archer who must be too
engrossed in his attacking to feel sympathy.
Your presence I crave like an overcast
sky longing to regain its hue,
and I cry out,
knowing that I am weak,
and letting myself fall.
Every deity looked down at me,
watching a surrendering soul
to whom the others have shown no mercy.
I felt them observing me,
conniving with impassivity
because I deserved the arrow
that has now rendered me vulnerable,
sprawled on the cool ground.
I stopped resisting and
felt the deities become
at a weak one who has
succumbed to their will yet again.
I felt myself trusting them
with no qualms, and
they finally brought me out of my state.