A Poem

I've been working on this for a few weeks. Feeling it out--no, wrestling it down to paper, trying to make it work and express what I felt. I'm not sure if I'm going to add a third stanza or not, but here it is:

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.