It’s late at night, I’m full of dread,
A binging monster in my head,
Gnawing at the parts repressed,
And memories still not addressed,
Chewing through my weary soul,
Despair creates a rabbit hole,
For me to plummet quickly down,
Where I retrieve my childhood frown,
An ache that cannot be contained,
A shame and guilt that has remained,
To haunt me when the binging’s done,
And sabotage my will to run,
It’s just a moment stuck in time,
That represents a dirty crime,
Of weakness, fear and sheer disgust,
To fight the urge, becomes a must,
But fighting only leads to war,
That pulls apart my inner core,
And drags me down that rabbit hole,
Again to reach the darkest pole,
And once I’m there in weakened state,
Self loathing opens up the gate,
To binge some more for all is lost,
My spirit always pays the cost,
With feelings that are torn apart,
No brakes to stop this speeding cart,
That carries all my hopes and dreams,
And dumps them in the endless streams,
Of tears that flow without control,
To fill that raging rabbit hole,
Where binger’s go to drown their fate,
By suffering through wounds of hate,
It’s late at night, I’m full of dread,
A binging monster in my head,
I dream of better days to be,
Where food no longer troubles me.
© The Complicated Bunny – 20 May 2022
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