“This is how it is to find yourself
In someone else's dream,” I think
As I step from an elevator to
The crowded floor. The carpet's
Lurid, sickening almost, deeply
Padded. All around are grotesque
Faces watching spinning wheels
Or dice or flipping cards. Some
Shout and laugh. Some just hang
On, as images of instant wealth,
The dream which animates the dream,
Transfix them. Few, enough, will
Leave, their fingers having touched
The image. Most retreat with empty
Hands. They pack their bags and fly
Back to the homes they have outside
The dream, intent on burrowing back
Into this, their fantasy, which I have
Entered, not by choice, and dearly
Wish to leave.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-26 at 17:18

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Oh, yeah, no kidding, eh? I've never set foot in a casino in my life. I've always found the concept absolutely strange... perhaps because I've never had money to throw away. I like how you describe the décor and the people, puts me on the set, so to speak. And the feelings coming across make me feel like I would feel exactly the same way were I stuck there. Dreadful lol I enjoyed this, thanks.