Joe O'Rouke Poet Rhyme

Gamblers Lament

Boredom shapes the  gambler’s curse—
a chafing itch burrows the skin,
and  promises of bounties full
draws loss and piteous  hunger in.

It wagers not on sense but need,
all wisdom choked at galloping speed-
that  trades frail  patience in a pulse,
mistaking want for feckless greed.

Tidal leaps the wave, a beast enraged
the shifting boards ,a sweep of losses tilt-
that stilts no longer shudderproof engaged
foundations fall and nothing left but guilt.

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Beata Agustin April 9, 2026 at 7:53 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Joe O'Rouke April 9, 2026 at 9:14 AM Thank you for your comment. Although I am not religious I appreciate your quotation.