In The Hart Of The Sea (4-26-1932) Poem by John F. McCullagh

She speaks of marriage; does she not see
the dissolution of my life and dreams?
My family's' fortune was lost in the Depression.
My Guggenheim wasted on unrealistic schemes.
I've spent these last years drinking, scarcely writing.
In taverns and dark places I have lingered;
searching for the Love that dares not speak its name.
Once I had such Love, but the fever broke.
I don't think Love will trouble with me again.

I am weighted down with troubles and concerns.
My Youth and promise offered up for wine.
I long for sleep beneath these churning waves
If I take the leap will anyone know or care?
One resolute step will end both pain and time.