Gambling Demon
It all started out so innocently...
An activity of amusement if you will.
At first your satisfied with a small amount.
As time goes by...that small amount no longer stirs a thrill...
so you up your bet...
not realizing a black cloud is beginning to form around you.
You start to reason that if playing once every six months is this great...
then playing more often must be even better.
Like drops of blood being placed in a shark tank...
the frenzy begins.
Soon the machines start whispering to you...
as a small voice inside convinces you it's okay...
you have it all under control.
Like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr.Hyde your personality begins to waver.
You start making excuses.
You don't understand what is happening within you.
You no longer seem in control...
as even gambling a few times a week is not enough.
Then comes the empty promises you start to make...
spending money you don't have.
It's like you're being sucked into a black hole...
whirling faster and faster into denial...
and consumed by a powerful dark force.
What happened?
You are a good person...a hard worker.
I must resist this evil whisper.
I must take back control.
I must be strong and fight this demon
with every inch of my being.
It can happen to anyone at anytime.
These addiction demons are everywhere...
just waiting for some innocent person to start tipping
the balance of moderation...
and it all begins again.
Like a cold chill it penetrates every cell of your body.
The darkness laughs as yet another victim falls prey.
P.R. Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2017
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