The Wheel of Misfortune
A gossamer promise of infinite wisdom,
Spun tightly in silk for your own protection.
Rolls off the tongue like rich double cream,
Enticed beyond reason, living a dream.
Weaving a web in between lies and deceit,
Dangling there, constantly, just beyond reach.
Goading you, coaxing you, making you need,
Promises of more than you’d ever believe.
A slight of hand, and the trick of the light,
Spins the roulette wheel and the rolling dice.
Lulled by imagination and the thrill of winning,
Your interest is piqued, this is just the beginning.
Excitement not marred by the loss to be born,
While niggling words in your head try to warn.
Just a little fun, really, where is the harm,
As you grip the dice tightly again in your palm.
Sweat trickles down your brow as you focus,
Concentration immense, your spell is not broken.
Lost in your own world, the buzz is intense,
You have to win now, you know it makes sense.
Lady lucky was deceptive, whispering lies,
Watching you as usual, kiss your wages goodbye.
IOU not accepted, and you’re all out of cash,
If only you had the chance to have one last bash.
You are totally in love with the thrill of the dice,
It comforts you somehow, it just seems so right.
Morbidly defensive, you could never have known,
As you take your loss out on your family at home
©.L.Kelly
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