𝐈 𝐐𝐢𝐮𝐭..,

**I Quit Poetry**
Watch me as I come  to clarify
I carry up my hands, before I submit
Today am here again, to tell you why
the games’ tough for me, and I admit
How it’s been costing sleepless nights
holding tight my thirsty pen to write
Shedding tears, the papers drowning wet
But finally, I have to admit
that the daily meal’s no more sweet
Therefore this poetry, I Quit

Who understand how it feels like
When fellows call you “insane pet”
until you lose your entire psyché
while drowning in ur own sweat

Am sure, I’ll surprise you sister Poison
but i don’t care, I’m quitting the mission
I’m tired of hiding in the dark dungeon
on rusty roofs that no one holds on
Therefore I Quit, I totally abandon
It’s going tough for me, I can’t handle

Driver Kadima, pls lemmi alight
and vanish far away, no more plight!

I used to write in the mid of night
whenever the moon shed down the light
Thru the roof, to where I used to sit
  Who doesn’t know?
that excess light damages the sight?
Yes, i know i can’t be that perfect

But i’ll hand the pen to sister Cynthia.
         But till when shall I wait?
        With that insomnia.
and that depression till midnight?
       Yet nobody near..
Yet Just thinking of the next poem,
and no one to hold me tight
And no one else to blame
It’s enough, And today I Quit.!

I Salut you bro- *The King Of Spades*
Having worked together for decades
Today I take a pose, the heart decides
In my ever busy spirit that duty embeds
Allow me go back, to our ancient beds
coz am fed up, with daily migraine
Thinking wisely, but going insane
I promise to try,  make it shine again
Though I thrive in agony and pain
I put down my useless ink-less pen

And today I  Quit
Am no longer a poet..!!