From dusk 'till dawn, we mourn our loss,
Carelessly we earn, the vestigial we toss,
A firefly drifts, bores through an evening sky,
The game ends when you give up, not when you die,
You wager your chances, the gambling is addiction,
No one questions your sins, but rather, your depiction,
A sadistic smile, true demon to the core,
You didn't realise the pain, until through you, it bore,
Now an empty shell, with no more chances to bet,
You live penniless and fearful, because you are forever in debt,
And now you drift back, to the teaching of the past,
Silently rectifying, you're a boat's floating mast.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
