Selfishly Suffering

I move with stilted sorrow –
the weight of my worry
and my body pushes the pain
naturally downward.

I walk with flaccid feeling –
the shadow of my former self
drags despondently
behind me.

I cry with dismal distress –
the jealous stain of time

streaking and wreaking

havoc into my face.

What might have been?
Who shall I become?

Can Ye guide me?

I am pleading:

Save me

before I falter or

fail

in my misery.