One Thousand Drops of Joy

Trapped in this supposed paradise

Cloaked forever in darkness

Throat parched from lack of use

I plead for water.

Beg for just a single sip.

You smile handing me the glass

Already knowing I will lose my grip

I fall to my knees

Oh, to live without water

I shall surely die.

Would it not be better to give up,

To end this life robbed of any joy?

As if on cue, the clouds turn ominous

Lightning strikes out at me,

I plead for life.

You smile again and look to the sky

Water pours down,

Soaking through the arid ground

The glass fills with tears of the sky

Just before a single drop runs over the edge

The rain ceases as quickly as it started

Each sip of water

One thousand drops of joy.