As she sits there pulling on the wheel
half a wake and so tired she can't yawn
her world's blocked out
her minds shut down
and all she can think about is money
her daughter crying alone at home is no longer in her sight there fore out of mind
the machine draws her in like a magnet she can;t resist
shes so lost she quivers and shakes with pain
shes spent her last quarter
shes lost again and again
not only her game and her money
but at this moment...her dughter lies cold and dead.. holding a picture of her mother who had the empty soul
( this is a reflection of a dear friend) please vote
