The Plunged Soul Poem by Boston Kelley

My soul plunges into the dark abyss,
as the light that consumed it fades away.
Those gentle whispers that once gave it joy
have turned to mournful wails and screams.
No light exists there for all goodness has been
wrung from it like a sponge.
This once bright soul has had its peace ripped
away; under a heavy weight, it struggles to stand.
Toward the surface, my souls looks, remembering
the innocent, gleeful child I was.
How simple was I as a little boy, free from the crushing
concerns of my current life.
An aged person am I who has seen and encountered
much in such short years.
Where will this soul go that it won't be weighed down?
How can it escape a pit with no bottom?
Alas, it aims to climb out and finds itself pulled back to
the deep; the darkness seizes it and brings it back
to where it belongs.
A fountain of tears it makes for itself in the abyss; a home
crafted from moans and cries it manages to construct.
Its own grief is its most trusted companion as all its
best emotions have abandoned him.
A hopeless world it takes refuge in, knowing it is what
feels stable to it.
My soul, where can you escape such blackness? Is there hope for your weary, weakened state?
The light sits above, awaiting for this weary soul to return
as the darkness gnaws away it, eager to hold onto its prize.