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A Gambler's Debt


Machines clink,

Chips drop,

Shouts of joy sound

and groans of loss as money is exchanged.

The air thick with alcoholic breath.

A golden haze around the highest bidder 

and the biggest winner by far.

As the ball spins round,

like a ticking timer waiting to stop.

The stakes are high.

All warnings forgotten.

"Don't fly too high or you'll lose it all.

For tonight, the great Icarus falls.

 

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I'm 17 years old and a high school senior. I love poetry and am in my schools creative writing class (and have been for 3 years). I feel confident in my ability to write powerful poems but would like to improve. Any and all feedback is welcome.

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