Crushing Agony Poem by Boston Kelley

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.
Within the deepest recesses of my mind,
there is only melancholy.
This fragile and saddened heart has nearly
run its course.
Oh, why must I feel so miserable?
Why does this grief consume me?
The sun shines its light, yet I do not notice it.
For it is no different from the blackness of
night.
If my soul should expire, how can I look back
on this moment? If my heart breaks in mourning,
will I be fulfilled? Life has lost its luster and
offers no pleasure.
The joyous things of this world possess no taste
to me.
I look at myself and am disgusted; that reflection
in the mirror, I do not look on with pride.
In this mortal flesh, I am trapped, afflicted with every
tragic emotion known to man.
I cannot escape for it has bound me in this
mortal coil.
Should I break it I will find release; a lasting remedy
for my being.
This flesh knows only pain and has taken a fair
share of tragedy.
It walks through each day, wondering how it has
managed to survive.
Thought after thought pound away at him, confidence-
building and soul-crushing alike.
He looks on at the world and feels out of place.
He is so different from everyone, yet similar in
few ways.
Shyness and timidity are his companions for courage
and confidence have rejected him.
Where will he go if there is no place for him?
What can he do but wander?
The sun delivers its light to the world and the land
bursts with ecstasy, but, here he sits, entombed in
this shell of darkness.