
Mystery of Misery
after all these painful seconds, minutes, hours, days
of desperately searching to discover your secret
all these weeks, months, years
of steadfastly seeking the key to you
to open you wide for me to understand, for all to see
your hideousness, unbearable pain, sickness and grief
that drive me to darkness
all the minutes, hours, and days of my life
you have stolen, for nothing
while I tried to pierce your heart with needles
destroy your soul with potions and pills
follow the firing neurons, blood vessels, chemical stew
that create you
I stop struggling, experimenting, hating
and instead surrender, accept, live around you the best I can
do what I can when I can
until you attack again with fresh fury, leave a new clue
or I read of more brain science, studies, promising treatments
and wearily, grudgingly, resentfully reach for my sleuthing tools
to begin again my Sisyphean challenge
of solving you
my mystery of misery


I've forgotten most of what I learned about Greek mythology but always liked the Sisyphus story, and it seems applicable to other aspects of life as well. I'm gratified that you looked it up.