Something horribly unfinished
Lingers in the air here.
Prideful and narcissistic,
My hollow form rots with unrealized dreams.

Here is a vague wish:
Pull out from this mess my basest elements,
Analyze them, correct them, stuff them back in.
A tonic for this self-hate!

Cancelled prayers rush back to me,
Seeming not half as stupid
As the day they faltered forth,
Unsure of my intentions.

Inadequacy claws at my bones.
Inanimate and hopelessly
Steeped in myself,
My dearest wish is that you’ll save me.