'I AM'

I am:yet what i am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a lost of memory,
I am a self consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious tost.

Into nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into living sea of waking dreams,
Where there if neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems,
And e'en the dearest-that i loved the best-
Are strange-nay rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes whre man has never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept,
There to abide with my Creator,God,
And sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where i lie,
The grass below-above the vaulted sky-