Will you still be my friend?

Tried poetry after long....

Inspired by a friend's blog; heart delving into its own emotions.
My belief in friendship is as strong as my faith in God.
Especially for a friend, well this is the question!!! And you know who you are!!!
I dedicate it to all, who believe and rejoice the relation of friendship..
This is for you my buddy!!

A parasitic cocoon lingering till the end.

A moth that never emerges;
A seed that may not sprout.
The autumn not paving the way for spring…
I mean no good, I know no amend.
Will you still be my friend?

No quality I possess that a friend must have,
My build a broken pillar;
Desolated soul an abandoned shack;
A wandering spirit; void inside.
Will you peep into the hollow once in a while?

An impatient human, a temperamental being
The Foucault pendulum that know no end,
With damages irreversible, wounds refuse to mend
My cries and shrills; a cacophonous ride.
Will you still call it music and stand beside?

I have no strength to be your support,
Instead may fall treading and long for your hand,
The days when I am completely out of mind,
My company might bring you shame,
Not just once but a thousand of times,
Will you still call me a friend with pride?

Like a rivulet during monsoons,
Brimming with emotions, I might just cry.
Devoid of fervor, standing unmoved;
I might not feel when it hurts you the most.
Will you let loose or still hold me close?

I may waste hours talking,
For days, I may sit silent and watch you smile.
Months may pass, suffocating you with the stench of my guilt.
For years, I may not let you live.
Will you still come to my rescue and help me survive?

Myself, somebody, everybody, nobody, anybody..
Don’t know who am I?
I may just never give it a thought;
Or may not find an answer, if I try.
A mortal being full of flaws,
I mean no good, I know no amend,
Knowing well, will you ever be my friend?