Broke

The smell of cigarette smoke,

Noises everywhere as people go broke.

Excitements building as some keeps on winning,

And again will start from the beginning.

Lights that never turn off,

A place where people run to play off.

Lights that can destroy,

Or was it lights that bring joy?

A place where you see different faces,

People come from different places.

Coming for a different reasons,

In the end who will come out the same?

Everyday emotions on a roll,

In a minute it leaves you in a hole,

The next it brought you happiness.

Once you’ve recovered it’ll slap you with bitterness.

Betting your soul when you have nothing left.

Hoping to come out blessed,

But it turned out you became depressed.

Hope lost and then you wish for eternal rest.