Shame

My habit, or my demon as i like to call it
Upon my shoulder he did sit.
Whispering the odds and the market,
Shh just one more, quick lay that bet.
Out of body this game of fiction,
Three thousand?
Shh lets make it five.
Tax man will turn a blind eye
Whats fifty k between him and I.
Keep feeding me by the week,
You won nice
Now feed me
You lost.
Now feed me
Your weak.
Realisation hurts deep.
To think back brings tears.
To sit and weep as i recall
the cry for help
She answered..
Stuck by when she could have walked,
Thats why things are different now,
In many ways..

#My name is..
I was a gambling addict.
Now in recovery for the rest of my life.
With the help of family, meetings and friends
Life is getting better.