by Casalan

Created on: April 18, 2008

SINKING

A group of friends meet to unwind.
It's refreshing to sit with familiar faces,
to escape and throw back a few beers.

There's not much to do after midnight.
How lucky they are to have such a place,
just a stones throw from each of their homes.

They speak of ambitions and goals they've achieved.
When conversations get dry,
most of them leave.

Michael remains, it puzzles his brain.

Why are these people so sad?

Most of these seniors are desperate for money.
But use up their time moving bright lights and sounds.
They should be living it up, not living it down.

Michael can hear the coins jump into slots.
He's desperate for fun, it's too soon to get on.
He could double his money, what little he's got.

Slowly the feeling of failure builds up.
Inside his belly and mind he erupts.
Convincing himself that he'll win a few bucks.
Whenever it happens, he spends it all up.

He only finds happiness in front of these beasts.
He's fortunate friends, a desperate man's lover.
He's heart it jumps into his throat when he wins.
But alone he just sits in depression.

Sinking his foot to the accelerator,
to arrive home much quicker and sigh at the door.
Sinking his head to his pillow at night,
to forget what he'd done and what he's become.
Sinking his long face right into his palms,
asking "what if?" in desperation.

He only needs one more big win then he's cured.
He sinks in the chair drinking beer hypnotized.
Sinks in his lies to his wife about bills.
Sinks to his pride pleading cash for his plight.

Sinking
Thinking of his weakness.
Sinking
Contemplating theft.
Sinking
Alone in a dark car-park.
Sinking
Anticipating death.

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