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The urge, verses of anxiety
Head pounding,
Stomach churning,
Voices whispering,
Screaming, shouting and lying!
Denying that I am trying,
Spirit shaken and stirred.
The Beast is stalking
Mocking and rather shocking.
It is all rather concerning,
But there are no reels turning.
Yet, I am full of an inner yearning,
I know there can never be any returning.
Fear, fear, fear
Please just disappear.
My blocks of armour
Will beat this evil snake of a charmer.
I am safe.
great poem Lib. Compulsive gambling is very scary…you have captured that !