Ablacsia

I see 
The gates of what they call their Paradise 
Guarded by fiery-sworded Cherubim, 
Which shut them out - and me: I feel the weight 
Of daily toil, and constant thought: I look 
Around a world where I seem nothing, with 
Thoughts which arise within me, as if they 
Could master all things - but I thought alone 
This misery was mine.
(Lord Byron - Cain)