Pain

Constant, crippling pain,
Burdens me at all hours.
From the earliest moments of the day,
When my eyes first adjust to my surroundings,
‘Til extremely late at night,
When I hopelessly writhe around in bed,
Searching the heavens for a peaceful dream that can’t be found.
No drugs or magical ointments can cure me,
Only time can heal this blight.
If only I'd been more cautious from the start,
Life would be devoid of this despair.
But I’m just a bullheaded homo-sapien.
I live a self-destructive life,
From which I can’t seem to break free.
This isn’t the first time such pains have marked me,
And I doubt if it will be the last.