Paul Martin Poet Free verse

Gambling Man

I am a gambling man
broken by the world again
I’m not what  i am
but who cares where i stand
jealous eyes and the lonesome rain
is all i have for my enternal shame
swanky cars,ruby lips
and thin cigars
happy people with happy lifes
parade like peacocks in their empires of lies
my sinful soul will never fail
I’m seldom wrong and i’m never right
so bound my feet and tie my hands
and just throw me into the fiery pits of hell
if jesus has the will
maybe he can forgive my rotten heart

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David Meade October 23, 2014 at 11:37 PM A good depiction of despair . . . the hopelessness of separation, It's not the depth of rottenness nor the hedonist lifestyle that keeps us in bondage . . . but our inability to see the forgiveness we have and strength to move forward. keep writing . . . Paul Martin October 25, 2014 at 3:49 PM thanks for reading and comment,much appreciated