Purgatorial Turmoil Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Since every step towards you doth mean more pain:
I challenge choices made along the way,
Precisely hence I do but farther sway,
And sweat, and blood, and tears seem yet in vain;
But every step—how strange! —brings bliss again:
Such bane then looks to lead me less astray;
Or maybe I'm but fooled by disarray,
Or haply fancy to such folly feign!
The closer I but get to you the more
It hurts; the thought of you yet comforts me,
And makes me smile at ease throughout the toil,
And pore on all the pleasures still in store,
Plants hope in me my woe futile won't be;
Catharsis' crucial desolating moil.