Reality Show Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Life is very precious from the moment of conception until you move from the plastic life to reality.
It will no longer be like just a game but now a reality show with real activities.
As seat I recall the moment of my life I wasted through envy.
I could get drunk like I was a shareholder at Zambian breweries
The spirit of a kind heart I did not have but selfish ambitions I possessed.
I was mostly hungry for revenge like a hungry lion.
The wrath could always fill my heart like wounded buffalo.
The life I wasted, when I realised it was too late,
I had become penniless all my monies were gone,
I was empty like a tin.
My friends have parted from me because I am now classless.
Look at me, my life is a misery I have become friendless,
When I sleep I don't know what tomorrow holds, I am hopeless.
My heart is heavy, I am hopeless and it is worthless now.
Where do I look up to for support?