LAST CIGARETTE

For times I bemoaned,
But couldn't resist,
The temptation to light the 'flame'.
For me it was like,
Fighting a hunger game.
With the falling ashes i felt,
I was getting into it.
It was not my wish,
Situation made it my need.
With the first very try,
I never realized,
It was making me ruthless,
Making me weak deep inside.
During the start,
I went 'scarlet with joy'.
I was feeling high,
Giving a different,
And an unusual try.
But today when i saw myself,
On the primrose path,
They were all hollow promises i made,
Thinking i would give up,
Lighting the one and only the last.
I know how stupid i have been,
Making lame excuses,
Not to others but to me.
Now i am devoid of warmth and feeling,
And drifting away from,
The originality of me.
Enough now!
I am sick,
Sick of what i did.
Now its time to cast off,
The cloth that has got,
Dark patches of smoke.
The time has come,
To throw the last one in my hand,
Far away, on the NO MAN'S LAND!!