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.
If anyone feels like explaining why everything is outlined in white please go ahead. Kinda bugging me
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