Lasting Time

For I had never known the soul I hurt most;

For I never thought my heart would become this cold

For I had never felt this kind of frost

For these I venture to find the hope I cannot hold.

For those regrets and convincing beliefs I mourn

For these appealing, infatuate sins I weep

For these countless errors I behold

For all these there are wishes to keep.

For my own doing I have endured wars

Within my core but now it is too late.

For I had always hurt those with no doors

At my utmost I beg for a better fate.

What is it that I feel, is it remorse?

What can I desperately need, is it a selfish force?

What have I become, I once again inquire;

But no answer is lent, for I am such a liar.

For a liar is too little to be trusted

And it is my fault that I have become so wrong

But I have never lied, conscious or not
Perhaps I did; but I sure forgot.

Thus I finish; no beginning or end was said

And I barely intend to do so; I've never done it.

As it stays not in my conduct to lead one in dismay

For this I leave an imaginary way.