Luck

I never actually believed in luck
But in my life I was always stuck,
Concluding that mine is bad
Its efforts are firm to keep me sad.

Even since I have known what luck is
My every shot has turned out to be a miss.
I have lost things and people,
Everything eventually becomes null.

I am not its only jest,
People related to me are also affected till they need bed rest.

People are usually free
Until they're approached by me;
And they aren't busy for a while
Within that period you could travel a 1000 mile.

Basically I am a walking-talking bad mojo;
I ain't sure after this I will be a friend or a foe.