Winding, grinding, dying inside.

I writhe on the floor, grappling my mind.

In fear I look towards the door,

I hold myself down,

My feet will bring me to where I’ve been before.

My heart thrashes in my chest and the hunger grows,

If I do it again my freedom will go.

No one to save me now.

A cold sweat squeezed out.

Just breathe, I tell myself.

But the words come through a whispered sound.

A couple hours pass and I conquer the hound,

The beast that barks and screams and howls.

In my soul it walks about.

Try so hard for redemption’s sake

For I’m too afraid of remaining the same.