Pity Party Over Here

Methodical might be successful –
ask for assistance; help granted
pass over fixation;  will not stir
this appalling head to toe disease.

Dependability would be welcome –
I beg for it – but this rodent-like
Illness will not acquiesce, runs
amuck, operates at will – not mine.

I can allude to my needs all I want,
reach out for loving, but perspective
is lacking when I am vertically unable
to manipulate, shaken, appear the joker.

Illness is a trickster – labels me freak,
this vessel’s malfunctioning limits
the broader vision – I shudder to think
this is what life has amounted to.