Damned Poem by Steven Elsner

I too, have been damned to scour the Earth without a bountiful harvest.
I may be able to fill myself,
Yet I remain empty.

I too have witness the gates of Hell,
Hell couldn't rescue me from my damnation.

These feet, they move,
Without making progress.
The dirt beneath,
Never changes.

The sun,
Cast its golden rays,
To bring light,
To all my failures.

I can't die,
But I'll never live.

I wander,
While all I can do is wonder.
I wander,
without anyone wondering about me.

Why was I damned?
I can't remember,
It was so many life's ago.

So I wander,
without knowing,
I keep going,
without growing.
I am damned.
Damned.