I drown my woes in a tub of nuts
by the handful, they fill my mouth
the crunching pounds the troubles away
as flavors soothe my afflicted day.
Next I looked, the nuts were gone
I was mortified by what I’ve done
Soon my body floods with remorse
Lack of control made my cares worse.
Alas! after all my self loathing
the next sorrow would have me eating
as though food would sate all hunger
only I chase comfort that won’t linger.
Linking with DVerse Poets Open Link Night – Week 78.