Mud

I am heavy
lumbering along,
stuck in thick winter mud
Iron bones scrape together
as I pray to move faster
I am sinking like a body of stone
unable to life myself from the abyss
Worse yet I am sickly
a malnourished child stumbling through the waste
Dry Vermicelli before the pot
I am hidden away in secret
Broken and expected to run
But I cannot run
I can barely walk
as I slowly sink below the mire