The Treacherous Rocks I Stumble Upon

Seriously wounded as a helpless, moaning soldier dying on the bloody battlefield, I tread a trial not foreseen by me... seeing my expectations wane in blurry visions. My road was smooth and wide without perils that a travel often encounters; your uncaring attitude and oblivion are the treacherous rocks I stumble upon. My generosity is not cherished with appreciation, giving should be a selfless act expecting no returns; my well overflowed with the purest water, and I refreshed your thirsty soul in times of distraught. Dearest of all, you kept coming back to receive more and with open hands you waited for your gift, I filled them with whatever I had bearing self-need; sweetest of all, a stained conscience brings on defiled love. I could beat these rocks with my fist and bleed, lay down and painfully die to end my frustrations and avoid self-pity; would it be worth doing it and earn perennial damnation? Driving down this road some late morning, you will spot a corpse unrecognizable as a mingled car that crashed at high speed and not stop. Most adored of all, trudge the same road I trudged and stumble upon the rocks that fell from the mountaintop, then look at that sheep-shaped sky ready to thunder and explode. Most loved of all, never fear...my umbrella will shelter you from raindrops. Inspired by Chris Aechtner's poem, " Closer "