I am not remembered in any form or way Undeserving of their love and respect. I understand, and yet I grieve. For myself. For what I lost Ignoring the ones who could have Showered me with love But did not Because they knew me not. I reserve my place in the cosmos Of ignorance Recognizing truth and love once again upon the throne of death as I enter a kingdom I do not deserve The angels grabbed me and gave me what I had sought on earth in the form of lust, not even my biggest mistake. My soul cries now At a life not lived.