Thoughts on Suicide
The ultimate sacrifice
The final deed
The last selfish act
Of a life spent in need
So much was wanted
So little received
Or maybe too much thinking
Of things wrongly perceived
Then it all boils up
Till its ready to blow
And it ends here like this
Whats beyond? No one knows
But its too late for that
Its coming up fast
Like a early express train
Not too long to last
And then calmly it arrives
And the fears wiped away
As you welcome in the night time
And kiss goodnight to day
By The Hopeless Writer
P M Jarvis
16/09/2007