[POEM] How I Became A Victim Of Gambling - By Austeen Aul-Cena

I take off my shirt, as if am feeling hot.
Something run through my head like am mad upstairs.
I went for the door but didn't see anything.
Its seems I was lost.
I saw myself outside with neither shoes nor slippers.


I went on without minding anything.
No shirt on me, only a jean trauser.
From far distance I heard a voice.
It was a group of people shouting aloud.


I came close to see if I know anyone among them.
But it seems am in the lonely land.
I was in love with their play.
I bend down,took the dice without talking to anyone and toast them.


THATS HOW I BECAME A VICTIM OF GAMBLING.