Beads of sweat run fluidly down that aching,
contorted face, eyes flitting across the table,
snake eyes lands upon the envied fabric,
Bringing losses forth from fallen chips,
red figures in some gambler’s hell,
counting up the losses by many thousands,
tears blur the demon dice again,
Cards in hand he places one ace, and two,
unsure if it’s enough to take the game,
it’s been a tough night,
could this be the up chance he awaits?
No, four card twenty-one,
it’s game over,
one more loss on a scratched-out tally chart
etched into the mind,
addiction proves he cannot quit tonight,
convinced blindly, that he can win it all back,
Such a vicious circle ensues,
endlessly in his thrashing mind,
some ten-thousand dollars lost,
he tries his luck at the tables once more,
convinced blindly he can win it all back,
It does look good, an easy eight, a four, a double six,
three thousand up, then four,
he walks away with six,
his fingers still itching for more to erase his debt,
He starts with mere quarters on the slot machines,
winning, losing, none of it matters
for he knows somehow,
he’ll walk out worse off than he was earlier,
Bringing losses forth from fallen chips,
red figures in some gambler’s hell,
counting up the losses by many thousands,
tears blur the demon dice again,
Author notes
Dunno just came up with it 
saw a pic of a black jack table This is also based on Warrick Brown from CSI as fans will know he has a gambling problem so yeah 
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Comments
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thank you for your great entry!
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reminds me of the movie 21.
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this is so beautiful darlin
i love it so much, it paints a serious situation so imaginary and lovely, your s wonderful poet,
all my love,
kitty xxx -
Wonderfully poetic tale of addiction Georgia.
Demons that gnaw...convincing us that the next 'hit' is the winner...
You've told this tragic tale wonderfully.
Bravo
'D'
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