Gamblers Tale. Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

How did I get here?
Falling deeper into the abyss of ignorance, All because of shallow thoughts. In the echo of odds, whispers of a gambler's plight.
A dance with fate, blinded by elusive lights. The hope I long for is nowhere in sight.
Last night, lost almost half my savings, Confidence shattered, despite the massive wins the other night.

At this point, no advice was sought, Stats in hand, confident in thought.
Past triumphs whisper, 'You're on track.' Yet shadows deepen, questioning each bet's knack.

In the gambler's realm, where certainty blurs, conviction wavers, uncertainty stirs.
I start to ponder escape, yet giving up seems absurd, A fighter throughout life, resilience stirred.

Thoughts emerge, questioning this familiar strife, How is any of this different?
In this game of chance, where outcomes are
Fated,
I don't believe in luck knowing from my wins that it can be replicated. But of course that's my pride talking,
You see casinos are not just halls of chance, But battlegrounds where anxiety may be enhanced.

Quick highs, lasting lows,
Behind the dice, shadows unfold.
Suicidal whispers, a silent foe,
Beware the cost, not just in gold.
A tale untold, a storm that grows,
In the gambler's heart, where shadows impose.
Yet, through wisdom found, a story to mold, A gambler's tale, intricately told.