Never What It Seems

Near is the coming, not going with ease; Way too wrinkled, one too many a crease.Broken in places, still I grew;Cracked like a sieve, light shimmering through.Of skin and tissue, allegedly unable to feel;Look inside you'll see, that really, I'm unable to heal.Grew up under a shadow, amidst cheers to stand tall;Dug deep but, there too, a shortfall.Only wanted to help; settled on shallow and spread;Now I'm dead in the center, as I'm lain to bed.An unsent prayer is all I have left; ... .. .... ...., ... . .. .... . ..... Note: I have deliberately left the last line unsaid. What do you think this poem is about?