Emotional Onslaught Poem by Boston Kelley

The sun now sets and nighttime comes;
the bright, shining sphere is now put to rest.
Blackness overtakes the sky as its blue shade
is gone;
Day's rule has come to end as Night establishes
its power.
Oh, how this barren soul matches the darkest night!
Its once lush land has been reduced to a lifeless
wasteland.
Night brings its servants of Grief to conquer this once
joyful realm; all peace and prosperity are crushed
like insects in its wake.
I am a weakling against it as Grief attacks me on all
sides; who could stand against such soul-crushing
strength?
I wander through the dark night, hoping to find a sliver
of light; alas, all light has been extinguished in the
pitch-black night sky.
Deeper into the night I go, only to meet Jealousy and Envy;
biting anger do they pour into my soul, turning its
barren land into a rotting marsh.
I sink in the quicksand they pour at my feet as they
smile at my weakness.
Below the quicksand, I find a void of blackness with
gruesome Despair as its lord; he bounds me in his chains,
asserting his control over my mind.
What a pitiful journey for me to take! Who could survive
such grotesque sadness?
A mixture of emotions does Night drive into my heart
as I collapse in weariness.
A defeated man, I feel, who cannot rise above his troubles.
Oh, pray that Night will fall and his servants will be thrown
into the deep, that his emotional onslaught may trouble
me no more.