Hankerings

When depression fills my cup

with its dark severity,

I find a glazed dunked donut

adds some kneaded levity.

I often buy those potent pills

in chocolate chip disguise,

encased in cookie capsules, 

they comfort and tranquilize.

Sugar gives a pleasant lift,

combines with dopamine excess

to smear icing on what’s bitter,

honey of an excuse, I guess.

My craving does not expire,

contrition has no conviction,

still fall prey to sweet desire,

can’t kick confection addiction