Disorder

1. Hurt
Drunken nights breed ugly thoughts

Despair stains sleeved skin
Nothing a little time won't kill
Small and benign wallflowers, yet impolite and crude

2. Help
You? There's no way...
I try to explain the eager urges. The enticing hunger.
The itch and festering, dark and unmanageable
trembling in my skull

3. Relapse
Clinging to feigned hope
I am healthy, I think. A call for celebration
I drink. And think...
Ugly thoughts