For thee

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Tied are my hands, pain beyond numbness,
But willingly I'll embrace thy misery;

Speak for myself, I hardly do,
But willingly I'll espouse thy cause for thee;

For a sound night's sleep, ages I have starved,
But the night long vigil I'll keep for thee;

Wounds of mine, let them putrefy,
Wounds of yours, I'll tend them for thee...

For I can't see you suffer, crying out in ignominy...

Sustenance gets a meaning if I can assuage this disowned Sea.