Shamefulness upon shamefulness, I am a lonely fool. For I have lost what I adore, Because of my wicked self-indulgence. Let me tell you, I am not pure. But with the experience of life, Came the postponed gift of learning. Suddenly a mind is clustered, And a family left so sad. For everything they have worked for, Has become contorted and they, Deranged. Oh, how the loneliness creeps like water, Trickling slowly through veins that cry out. “Abuser!” And so they shall quit, Like all great things do. But this will not fix all the damage bestowed, Since forgiveness has been forgotten, And the forgotten are not forgiven.