The Gambler

by Confined   Mar 6, 2008


He Throws his dice
Walks the line
And leaves his mind
Win or lose
Just a clink and pull away

Not an addiction
More like
A way of life

No thrill could kill
Him faster than this
Twenty grand in debt
Going on thirty
Adrenalin fuels
His addiction
His wife says hes a loser
But to him hes just
Another gambler

Red 32
The ball bounces
In a joyous kind of way
Black 28
Red quickly turns to white
As he loses another bet
The arc of his fist told us all
As they slammed down
Upon the table we watched
With vague remorse
As he was carried off

On the street
He gambled with his life
Needle full of smack
A line of Coke
Half a bottle later
Face down
In a ditch
Somewhere outside of town.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Ah yes the gamblers torment - you penned it well. keep up the good works.

  • 17 years ago

    by Spirit

    This to me was a
    suprise. don't
    worry it was a
    good one. and i
    felt really moved
    by your poem
    -One thing though
    you used the words
    (Not an addiction)
    and then in contrast
    (his addiction) I didn't
    know if that was
    how you wanted it
    by just thought
    that i would point it out.
    thanks for the read
    :~) Sam Mayo

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