Gambling Addiciton Poem by Mimie Durand

Gambling Addiciton

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Upon awaking in the morn
I'm drawn to the slots,
Can feel myself drifting,
my stomach's in knots.

I'm sick of excuses
my family has suffered,
my bank account empty
my fall has been buffered.

Suddenly one morn
I don’t think of the reel,
it’s not as important
it’s lost its appeal.

The urge is subsiding
each day I feel stronger,
someday I'll awake
I'll be drifting no longer.

Healing myself
recuperating my soul
the addiciton has ceased
it’s under control.

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