My Wretched Heart Poem by Boston Kelley

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
soul, turning all that once was bright
to dark.
My peace has left me as I struggle to reclaim
what I can grasp.
What other words could I have for such
miserable thoughts?
Who else can describe the wretchedness that
gnaws at me?
I tell you, no one could find words for emotion.
It is so powerful and overwhelming that all
description is powerless against it.
Watch as my hand struggles against the surging
waves of sadness in my mind; control is hardly
mine when it lets itself into my heart.
Lest my pen fails me and does not release me,
let the storm thunder full-force and pass me
by like I am of no concern.
For everything meets its end as will this
indescribable gloom.