Burning

Fool that I am! Encumbering sot!
Breathing and wretched and blasted and what-not!
Erase my thoughts, my mind, my heart.
Take me away.
Bequeath me my lot.
Make something more, or less, or naught!
I fear for the nothing and hope it all rots...
Tell me my Lord,
from whence and for what
are you saving the points and tallying marks?
Break not the burdens,
open the flame,
fell me the hardness
and throw down the lame.
Please, hear my prayers.
Curse down this sot!
Open my eyes,
and burn down my heart!