A spat out biscuit
Lay beside my bed
A last minute decision
That I had been over fed
Comfort eating again
Anything to blank it out
Anything to ease the duvet slide
And the inevitable clout
That is living
The mars bar
Was far too far to reach
The calorific content
Can confidently teach me
That it is junk food
Just a sugar hit
To glaze over
The reality of everyday living
Should I find strength
To roll over
To reach it
Cursed I would be judged
By the silent observers
The devil on my shoulder
Who watches
He takes pride
In colour swatches of right and wrong
A kaleidoscope of guilt
Sat aside I don’t belong here
I should be in clouds of happiness