Sunday, July 8, 2007

The Gambler

Having lost more than I knew I had
I realised how meaningless possessions were
With them I was unaware without them I was searching
For something that should be confined to darkness
I still dont know I still dont
But I do care for gains soon turn to losses

She spoke to me when she whispered
Softly in my ear I gambled with the chance
That maybe someday in some distantly eloquent future
That one da y she would be the loss I had feared
And I, destitute and alone
Heartless as the slot machines I played upon


1 comment:

The Barista said...

Excellent poem ... I especially liked the twist at the end.