Suicide: And other Small Poems

Suicide

{_}
Cars zooming by so fast...
Sometimes I wonder slow...
How much effort must I show...
For the next step to be my last?

{No Regret}
There's no regret in his eyes, as he walks his last mile.
No regret in his heart, as he smiles his last smile.
Only the feeling of serenity, and peace.
And the feeling that finally, he can get some sleep.
These things that he feels are not important to us.
For the only thing to ponder, is what a suicidal does.