What, Why, How?

Would that I could heal what aches my soul,
what weighs upon my heart like so much stone.
I long to know those days when I was whole,
when sanity was something that I knew,
before my world turned common sense unknown,
before the truths I've lived became untrue.

What turned the world upside down inside my head?
What clouds my thoughts, what stokes my mind with fright?
A fear not understood wracks me with dread.
Perhaps one day I'll grasp why all has changed,
why each new day turns quickly into night,
why that which was quite sane is now deranged.

Would that I could heal what aches my soul,
what turned the world upside down inside my head.


Cornish Sonnet (one variation):
> Lyrical meditation.
> Quatorzain, 2 sestets made up of linked enclosed tercets, followed by a refrain which is the repeat of the first line of each sestet.
> Metered at the discretion of the poet, lines should be similar length.
> Rhymed Abacbc Dedfef AD The first line of each sestet are repeated in refrain in the last couplet.