He sits alone

He sits alone

In the corner,

Wearing the shadow

As a shroud.

Rolling sugar cubes

Like throwing dice,

Luck be a lady

Is an incantation

Whispered

To himself,

Barely heard,

Even when you listen.

Beneath heavy lids

Weary eyes glisten,

Wet with sorrow.

He will be here tomorrow,

Waiting

For his luck to change,

The dice to fall

On the other side.

The spinning wheel

To end its cycle,

Make everyone

A winner,

Even this sorry sinner,

Throwing life away

On the toss of a coin,

The turn of a card.

Unable to stop

Or take a breath,

As he plays

A cheating game

With living,

When what he

Really wants

Is death.