Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Relief.

The bitter feeling
Arises again.

It bites
And it scratches
And it claws
At my skin.

It beckons
And begs
And burrows
Deep in my head.

It tells me
'Just one'

It tells me
'Just a little'

It tells me
'Just do it'

It screams,
And it shouts,
Louder than any
Voice I've ever heard.

And so I cave,
Leaving me, once again,
With the burning,
Stinging sense

Of relief.

Thank god its quiet.