Boston Kelley

Peace is what I desire
for my heart lacks any aspect of it.
I am in a whirlwind of emotions
unsure of what to do.
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My heart is torn to pieces.
I am pulled this way and that by
contentment and dissatisfaction.
So much do I yearn for someone to
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Oh, my dear Emily, your blades have pierced this heart;
I am surrounded by the pleasant fragrance of your love.
So great is my desire to be in your presence,
for every day I long to seek your face.
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A lost sheep, am I, who has wandered from the herd;
mindlessly do I travel, not knowing the pathway before me.
Life charters a journey for each soul, yet the journey
I know not the final destination.
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Oh, bright shining sun, where have you gone?
Where is your light that once lit up my soul?
Where is your gleeful smile that could turn the
saddest heart into one of joy?
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The darkness surrounds me, pulling me in
with its hopeless power.
I fall to the ground, my eyes welling with
sorrow. The tears beg to come forth like
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The nature of man is but a fickle thing;
an endless mystery never meant to be solved.
Many faces and personalities does he possess;
ownership of numberless thoughts he is given;
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My wretched heart knows no depths;
reach as you might and claw for the bottom,
but there will be no bottom to find.
A gloomy melancholy has burrowed into my
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The source of my joy that I was once
near to,
A companion whom I could seek out
in my darkest moments,
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Riddle me this, who possesses more greatness?
Thou must answer, who shall be more admired?
The man or the child?
Who ranks above the other?
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Oh, Love, hear this gentle cry.
Listen to the voice of one has been
untouched by your pleasant hand.
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Oh, rising sun, great is your majesty!
In the sky, you stand supreme bringing
your light to a dark world.
All life springs from you, for, without you
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This cruel and miserable life I speak
of, that is ever-changing like the winds.
It cannot be trusted, yet is viewed as
precious.
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To the depths of my soul this unbearable
grief weighs down on me.
To the very fibers of my being do I bear
such a crushing agony.
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Look at the heart, such a mysterious thing;
Peer deeply into it and be amazed.
It offers much to be explored, much to be
understood, yet, it is not always understood.
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My soul belongs to the Lord,
yet it clings to something other than Him.
I say I am His servant, but my life
appears to serve myself.
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Many arrows have pierced this heart;
streams of blood pour from the wounds.
I shake with grief at the thought
for my body cannot bear such agony.
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Oh, Lord, I hear Your voice call out to me;
it rings in my mind like a resounding gong.
Try as I may to blockade You, I fail at every
turn; You break down the walls I built.
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This mortal coil I am bound in;
wrapped in its embrace I can find no escape.
A gruesome flesh I am housed in;
oh, if only I could be free of it!
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Great is my passion for you, Queen of my heart;
The sight of you jolts my joy with a start.
Your beauty is fairer than the brightest day;
with you, I desire to forever stay.
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