Enter my soul

I forget and then I am forgotten.

But I still remember myself;

For how can I forget an agony

That prints itself upon my soul

And leaves me suffering fearfully.

Any tears that I had are gone.

Dried up by my own searching

For eternal peace, love and affection.

I will never attain the heights

Of any golden portico, for I was born

And yet I do not live, only a loser.