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My Problem

Contributed by Nevilleconnie on Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 01:23:57 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

I fear I have a problem.
I know I do for sure.
I know it needs some solving.
I know it needs a cure.

I went and put some money in.
A lot more than I should.
Hoping, praying I might win.
My luck was proving good.

Money, money I did win.
I won a lot indeed.
What an awful, awful sin.
But still I did not leave.

I thought that I was lucky.
I thought I might win more.
I heard it whisper trust me.
I never heard the door.

Money soon was fading.
My luck was running out.
I felt myself start hating,
The colors and the sounds.

But than I win some money.
And hatred turns to love.
Once more it whispers trust me.
Once more I give my trust.

I’m down to just one dollar.
I use to have much more.
I want to scream and holler.
I should have heard the door.

Now I’m down to nothing.
A penny I don’t have.
I’m sick inside my stomach.
I’m feeling really bad.

Slot machines are fibbers
And soon they’ll ruin my life.
I’ll never be a winner,
until I say goodbye.

Copyright Â© Nevilleconnie ... [ 2010-05-02 01:23:57]
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Re: My Problem (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 08:29:13 AM AEST
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excellent write, well woven, ~the sun will shine again-next time leave your wallet home:)

hugs n' love nessa

Re: My Problem (User Rating: 1 )
by AngelFox on Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 08:35:22 PM AEST
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For something to written in 30 minutes I think this is good poem. The fact that you probably lost all your money in about the same amount of time; is not. Keep to writing, it does'nt cost it thing. Except a mind that is not ashamed to be released via written wordplay. And that is what you got my friend.

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