The Gambler' S Descent Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

The Gambler' S Descent



Let me not be hampered at all
Allow every chip to fall
I am with spleen displayed
Utterly despaired with tepid tears
Soiled and disheveled, a post marked soul.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: disappointment,gaming,soil
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