Another Lost Friday
It's Friday
I sit patiently
There is a feeling of hope
TODAY WILL BE THE DAY
but I know it wont
I feel more alive
on the losses
then on the wins
There is no joy in winning
I am not sure why
Its the pit in my stomach losing
that I keep repeating
I always know the outcome
yet I sit there
numb to the money
being sucked up like a vacuum
I see it leave
but I am frozen
in my seat
My feet do not move
I want to leave
I just watch
unaware of the hours that have passed
of the time wasted
I could be outside
with the sun on my face
I could be eating an amazing meal
All the what if's
flow through my mind
I sit in my chair
Deaf dumb and blind.
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