Photo by: M.C. Murphy
Our candy jars and sticky hands
Isn't this the folly of man?
Just one piece and then one more
And reach again
Too many left.
Pretty colors contrast shades of gray
This chemical can never stay
Less of sin and more of nature
A biological mistake
Mirage.
Emptiness can never be filled
Only stilled, only stilled
Sit with it
Sit on those hands
You're cutting yourself on the glass.
Ornate display lulling still
The folly misguided free will
Dopamine damnation kiddo
Have you even had your dinner?
Time to break the jar.
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It is so true...a candy lover can never get enough. Only come to a stopping point, only to be drawn back for more.i.know. That is how it works for me. Your poem describes it perfectly