The Urges

The urges

They’re back

And they’re out for blood.

 

Why are they here?

I don’t understand

Why they came back.

 

I feel them like

A punch to my gut

Quick but it leaves a wound

 

Its quite baffling

Trying to figure out

Why they’ve returned

 

I feel sick when

A new wave of urges

Floods over me

 

I don’t want to

I can’t

Give in to the urges

 

This can’t be happening

Not again

Things were going great

 

It has been on my mind

But more as a memory…

That’s what invited them back

 

I feel the pit too

Just there sucking my

Life and happiness away

 

Things were so great

Why did they have to return,

Why did I have to invite them back?

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