the beginning of the end

In the realm where chocolate whispers soft and bitter tales

 

And ice cream sings of sweetness, in joyous, sugary scales

 

Yet my mind, a tempest brewing, not of cocoa or cream

 

Bears a taste that's far from soothing, like a dark and twisted dream

 

The aftertaste is heavy, no palate cleanser near

 

A thick and gloomy levy on the joy I used to wear

 

Anxiety creeps in silence, forecasting dire ends

 

A feast turned to defiance against which my heart contends

 

Bitter sweet dichotomy; of life's dessert and dread

 

I yearn for serenity as I lay down my head