I cannot earn recompense
ten years gone for naught
loneliness my penitence
hope makes this heart rot

through rapt nights I agonize
taxed by lasting guilt
a cruel thing to realize
I’ve grown just to wilt

all life’s joys feel ill-gotten
memories that ne’er shall cease
I wish to be forgotten
 the broken man’s peace

I wrote this poem in the form of a Cro Cumaisc Etir Casbairdni Ocus Lethrannaigecht.