I, Now, Am Like A Flower, Unwatered, To Wilt. Poem by Michael Gale

My stomach gnaws at me...
Like my guilt.

I, now am like a flower, unwatered
to wilt.

A ghost...
Without sustanance or substance.

An empty shell of my former self...
Nothing to claim or sell, on the society shelf.

How should i go on? ...
With help from God and Christ.

Matters- beyond my control...
Matters much-too not.

Why complain? ...
About, all the world's pain.

Move on and smile...
Without greed or denial.

Move on and send up a prayer...
Kneel down and hope upwardly and stare.

He up there...
Will love, forgive, and care.

He can help...
He does.
I swear!