Sugar Hangover

time stands still
each moment an eternity
dopamine drops off

while shopping I talk to myself
“no, you don't need that”
“you will feel terrible later”

but the voice of the vice
says, “c’mon, just a little!”
“you can control yourself and not binge”

of course that's not true
if in sight will devour
each moment an instant

a day becomes weeks
so hard to get on track
when the train has derailed

no, it's not okay
no, ‘tis NOT the season
and it's not funny to tempt me

I'm not over-reacting
don't want to eat my feelings
need to get my balance back