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poem at 3:14am 5-1-2015
Today i am so called 8 days gamble free...
Yet the success is shadowed my mockerey...
the evil hold has more days than me....
i have far ways to go before i'm free...
The shadow stays close and attached...
The deficit looms, the interest booms...
the mouth of this trap is agape...
am i strong enough to avoid this heartache...
that silently tries to par take the life i have left ...
cannot afford to give in a single day back to the evil shadow called my addiction.
So together we must all stand strong...
and live life to eliminate the days back in favour of life worth living....
the balance is ours to now take.
let the mockery subside and reverse the evil tide and turn it round so it now reads... Live(evil backwards)
10 days gamble free...
no more roulette for me...
that little ball, will have to stall,
to let me be set free...
Numbers in my mind...
but now, only one kind....
legs eleven.......thats my heaven....
and tomorrow that day i'll be.......
11 days gamble free ... 🙂
so have some faith in me....... how hard can one day be!
i have 10 under my belt, and never felt so d**n relieved.
Two weeks gamble free,
a milestone reached for me,
a win that i can claim!
unlike the usual, gambling shame,
perhaps the beast, can be tamed,
with steel mettle, the chosen tool,
our brains should conquer all,
if our minds were not so wrought,
with the nemesis not sought,
But always in our thoughts....
New Poem - Tiredness
The life of a gambler,
The plan is now set,
The decision is made,
the visit arranged...
You may of had other plans,
And you know... cash is tight,
but the dice has been rolled....
and the force, has taken your mind,
so you set a limit,
one you say you won't forsake,
yet after, less than an hour....
you have broke every rule,
not only are you losing,
you feel anger and rage,
that again the limit has been raised...
the funds you can no longer afford, are lost in quick draws, a score at a time....
until the final line, is not the six hours gone by, since midnight before, but each and every available penny is no longer yours....
like a zombie you play.......every pound & note away......
not to mention the time as the plans you had are disposed......like a deflated ballon......you flitter away .......your mind is a mess..
reality hits home.........
...why of why did i go........if only i knew....now my logic's returned as my brain detests........and denies me my rest.
By Wayne
21 DAYS I REACHED
MANY URGES... BUT NOT ONE BREACH,
FINALLY A WINNERS STREAK,
THE FAT CATS WILL BEGIN TO STARVE,
IN THE PAST I'VE FEED THEM SO HARD,
TAKE NOTE: THE DAYS I NOW OWN,
I WISH TO NEVER POSTPONE,
EACH PAYDAY WILL BE WELL SPENT,
GAMBLING WILL RECIEVE, NOT A SINGLE CENT.
THIS TIME IS PER-MA-NENT...
DEAR SPIRITS, DON'T LET ME RELENT....
STOP THESE URGES AND BLOCK THIER SCENT....
I'M SICK OF SUCH TORMENT....
BEFORE I COULD BARELY PAY MY RENT...
BACK THEN GAMBLING TOOK EVERY d**n CENT...
PLUS A PART OF MY SOUL TOO...
SHRIVELLED ME UP WHILE I'M FEELING LET LOOSE....
ANOTHER DAY , ANOTHER BATTLE WON....
REMEMBER I'M NOT STUPID....IT'S GAMBLING THAT'S DUMB.
86,400 Seconds a day.
Yet just a few to start a single thought to stray...
oh what chance have we...i say...
the odds lead to dismay....
so much ruin can be caused this day....
shall i not leave home and pray...
or does this option leave me bored....
and bekon me to play...
to feed the want and take the flack...
until i'm so deep .....its far too late to give in now and compensate...
the ball is rolled, the card aturned, the bet is placed....i wait to be burned...
another bet to feed the fuel....gambling born the twins a dueled to suicide my balance fortakes...
The cleaners have supplied demand.... and i casket on into the ground....the sermon is that i was ill........
yet i willingly forsake it all
First Month
it was No small lunch
though the correct ingredients were there
to avoid any despair.
The cook has had a clean run,
yet one mistake could jeopardize all
the poison like Salmonella could spoil...
and destroy the inners of all...
so i stew on that thought,
and the images it wrought....
lest i forget....
the procedures have to be met.
There was once a young man called Wayne
Whose poems were owt but plain
He gambled a lot
But when he did stop
He never again felt that pain!
Thanks ODAAT for joining the poem forum,
i certainly hope not to feel the pain........again.........not sure it has healed itself yet but time will tell.
....now we need a poem about you.....
There was an old lady who lived in a boot
She didn't eat her veg & wouldn't touch her fruit
She watched all her pennies
& wouldn't splash out (not) on your Nellie
But still chucked all her notes in the Fruit (ie)
Once there was a girl who blocked out her pain with slots and gamble frenzies,lost inwards hiding from the world she looked for inspiration, but all she found was loss and desperation,she knew she had the fight within she knew she could be strong so she looked all around so she too could be reborn, one final loss one slot too many she searched the Web for help, she came across a little site, shed finally took the bite,she found the inspiration, she found courage oh so strong, she finally felt understood somewhere that finally she could belong.
The lights did flash, the wheels they span,
a world of its own we don't give a dam,
The urge is real,nothing we feel,
As round and round it goes!
The loss is high,time does fly
lost in all the illusion
today is the day a win I'd be high
not feeling with all the confusion
I can beat this,I can win
For gambling is my biggest sin
repent to the bank,your sister your mother,
Talk to your friends your family your brother,
Be strong they say,don't do it today
agreeing is quite easy
the road is long, the urge is strong
In your heart you know it's wrong
The battle begins right here right now
Tell the gambling demon your done,
If your here it's obviously no longer just for fun
Take help and advice off soliders strong,
There is no right there is no wrong
a new path in place, a rest full night
I promise if u continue this fight
all of these things will be insight!
tt1980 wrote: Once there was a girl who blocked out her pain with slots and gamble frenzies,lost inwards hiding from the world she looked for inspiration, but all she found was loss and desperation,she knew she had the fight within she knew she could be strong so she looked all around so she too could be reborn, one final loss one slot too many she searched the Web for help, she came across a little site, shed finally took the bite,she found the inspiration, she found courage oh so strong, she finally felt understood somewhere that finally she could belong.
Very good use of personal meaning 🙂 Welcome to the poem forum.
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excellent poems....
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