Trudging On

Deep to my soul it clings,
A wordless thought I cannot speak
A heavy tangle of feelings
Which I've wrestled for many aweek.
As verbose as I can be,
Still my tongue fails me.

It's not quite depression
That eats and eats away in me:
A pent up frustration
Oh so slowly poisoning me.
It sickens to the bone
as I struggle

                                        alone.


© Andrew J. Goggans 2008