I don't do drugs or drink, but there's one thing that makes me high
I'm talking about gambling, the thing that gets me by
My friends and family disapprove, they don't know the reasons why
I try to explain the buzz i get, but they just won't let it lye
I watch the lights flicker, and a smile creeps on my face
I feel a surge of excitement, my heart quickens in it's pace
Everyone around me, Say's I've lost my sense and grace
But right here, right now, i want to plead my case
I know I'm losing more, then i can win in a simple day
But i feel I've won in respect, every time i sit and play
When I'm in the zone, nothing will stand in my way
Anticipation for the jackpot, will the bandit take or pay
When i win the money, i feel achievement a sense of pride
But i can't control the obsession, believe me i have tried
I just need someone to support me, be a little on my side
To understand, not judge, just help me, be my guide
I'm stuck in a losing habit, thats to damn hard to let go
I've tried to stay away, but i just can't seem to say no
It was just a bit of fun, now this addiction has started to grow
It started being my friend, now it's ending as my foe
This poem was written for a friend battling addiction to gambling.
