Sunday, August 2, 2009

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.