Crack Poem by Phil Soar

I walked to where I should have been
The voices told me to
Where ghostly images reveal
The past, and what I knew

My mind was playing tricks on me
While I was taking crack
I felt that it was not to be
And kept on going back

So many strange apocalyptic nuances
Filled my aching brain
While many illegal substances
Walked me through the pain

And when I finally returned
And jumped from that great height
My bridges finally were burned
And the crack had caused my plight