Utter Desolation

Lost and alone, abandoned to my fate,
I wander in the barren wilderness
Despised and forsaken, longing for death.
The cold and bitter ashes of remorse
Fill my mouth with gall, and blister my tongue,
And utter self loathing darkens my mind.
Broken on the wheel of my arrogance,
I bend my head to this desolation.
No act of abject mortification
Can cleanse my soul of my iniquities,
And condemned to eternal suffering,
I must live the rest of my days in pain,
Just punishment for my brutality,
My undeserved and heartless cruelty,
To one whose dear heart is pure and gracious,
For no forgiveness can absolve my soul.

Judged by my crass insensitivity,
I am a man utterly without hope,
Or expectation of restoration,
Forever to be denied redemption
For my betrayal of abundant love.
Look on me and weep all you who pass by,
And learn this from my bitter example,
Never treat one so kind and generous
With such wounding insensitivity
As that of which I stand rightly accused.
Leave me now to my justly deserved fate,
And if you chance to see the one I wronged
Do not speak of my fate I entreat you,
Lest in their great goodness they take pity,
And seek for me in this place of torment,
To kiss me and bathe my wounds with their tears.