Afflicted

Why do I languish that which I loathe? Why does my soul crave and yearn those things for which I have an utter hate? Why does my mind wish to comprehend those thing which cannot be understood? For what purpose does it serve me to ponder the things that leave me angry? I reach for that which burns and ravages my soul. And after a time, I reach for that burn once more in hopes of feeling warmth but to be left burned and torn. My soul, like a raging wind, howls in anguish as it ambiguously roams the hollow caverns of my being. Why do the ghosts and demons of my heart beleaguer me whilst my mind rests?Why can't the emptiness remain empty? Why am I tortured so but with no pain? The life and happiness which is craved by every people, has afflicted me and I am dying.