I lusted for some chocolate, ice cream, and lemonade.
I sought the finest bonbons that humans ever made.
I craved the smoothest liquors, the wine that’s called Champagne.
I went in search of something that would assuage my pain.
I found in using cocaine a potent anodyne.
It became a boon to me, although it’s not benign.
Alas, my strength was wasted on things that could not give
The freedom that I needed and would have let me live.
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lust”