There it is again, the craving. I can feel it crawling under my skin. The need to feed is too strong, I can't move. Not until I have it. The poptarts put a dent in it, But it's not enough. The cereal, better, It's coursing through my veins. I can feel myself getting stronger. The pepsi, it fuels me, I can do everything now, No one can stop me. I will be satisfied for now, maybe an hour. Then the urge will return and the cycle will start again.
This poem was about my mom because she has a problem.