The Pain That Drives Me

It never stops. reasons unknown my fate
 is never shown to the pain that drives me
 away. Little do I know of where I once was
 yet I yearn for it beyond. Inside of this is
 a curse lived day by day. Like a drug it
 haunts this place. The tragedy revealed,
 take me away. Take me away from
 inspection, the dissection begins.
 Judgmental regrets who have I become.
 Shunned are the thoughts I used to think
 blocked by the brink of destruction, my
 pain in eternal eruption. Conceptions of
 suffering, leaving me wondering. 
When will this end?








I felt like this would be a fitting first piece of writing for me to post as this is something I did several years ago before I started to get into writing poetry. At that point in time I wrote more so as a lyricist  then anything else. This is essentially about my ongoing struggle with chronic migraines which at the time was my biggest source of affliction so to speak. Since then a lot has changed but there it is nonetheless.