The child thieves from himself
With lightening- cursed nerves
Aflutter with pain

Beyond mercy’s reach
His mind contorts
Into useless knots
Sent quarreling in loops

“To binge is to live”
Is his endless refrain
The fuel for his staggering
Pitiless trail

From beneath his whims
Thundering on end
He cowers and heeds
In his scour for peace

Far-gone and frail
On the fringes
Of himself