Blank It Is Poem by Drich The Poet

Playing the game of life
As a kid was without regard.
Bumping into childish highlife.
We never chose to know pain or retard.

Youthful blossom!
Soaring up the age ladder but
Wait! Being a kid was awesome
Until lust took me to another route.

I was vulnerable at seven
Could not detail this feeling
As either wanted or even
Holding it all was self killing

So I gave in to it
Take this as a confession
The desire was in obit
The strings play in obsession.

Sandbag at my back
Made me impotent to love you
They called it pain in cardiac
But I called it lack of interest in you.

Your unwanted but awaited travel,
Helped me to embezzle and unravel
The true destination of my supposed
Conserved energy which I gave you overdosed.

The record in library proclaim
It as fancy love not theory
Which ever it is, I can't claim.
Living is not a game of lottery.