Poetry and crack

Now is time for goodbye 

Why do I go back for crack and smack?

I smoke so much I’m gonna have an attack.

               The dealers say “when you smoke my crack you’ll be back”.

Just jail with no bail.

    Now you’re bound to jail, waiting for your mail.

  Feeling pale and frail, this ain’t no fairy tale.

             We crave to be brave but forget about the punishment of the grave.

Now it’s about what you gave, what did you save?

    Or did you just rave? What path did you pave?

Why this mad brainwave?

Is it because I crave the smack and crack? What do I lack?

To give it the sack, a great big wack!

Or will I go back for a heart attack?

Was I ever say bye to this high?

Or will I just die to this big lie?

               I sigh and say why, but now is time for goodbye

By Imran Asghar