Ice Cream

Holding out, Been working hard.

Deserving of a treat.

Shelter from the windy night

And grab yourself a seat.

Just in time, the curtains roll

We’re ready to extract

Creamy goodness never fails

We know this for a fact.

Pull that lever. Pull it down,

Just cool enough it fogs

The cold machine of stainless steel

Is working all its cogs.

Look at that; a work of art.

The icy shrapnel glistens

Devouring feels like a soft dream

That’s coming to fruition.

As it melts upon the tongue;

The homely flavour bursts

A teardrop falls into the cup

The cold numbs dark thoughts first.

It’s just another crutch that’s used

Dopamine flooded high.

This life is always challenging

It helps to forget why.