Professional loser

Constant torture ineffective.

Give me hope and then refuse.

I need joy to grant perspective.

To have something left to lose.

I attempt to ditch this yearning

To protect myself from pain.

Still I earn eternal burning.

Every effort ends in vain.

It would seem there’s no evasion.

Not a chance to leave this cell.

I get Heaven on occasion

To remind me I’m in Hell.