Inevitable loss is my one thought,
While night's dull ticking claims my mortal mind.
Though trapped alone one could say of it not,
For a lingering heart doth of pain remind.
Am I not beholden to mine desires?
That I may seek that which causes my ire?
But woe, behold, the cold earth's divide is great,
That keeps my heart in cruelest pain confined,
And breaks my mind as the day's short hours grow late,
Till at last sleep beckons me to resign.
I pray thee forgive me, though I've done no wrong,
Emotions like these in me don't belong.
In this there is purpose, not one of regret.
I ask thee remember, and never forget...