Suicide

Suicide.

It slides too easily off the tongue,

A word like the slice of a knife.

Perhaps a syringe;

A vain cut or overused.

Suicide

A simple swing off the cliff of life.

A fall away from reality.

Just a little push

And drop to oblivion.

Suicide

A choice between the pain and the pill.

Pull a trigger; tie a knot.

Life can be an ocean,

Why not drown.

Suicide

May be a dance down the Yellow Brick Road.

But when the curtain is pulled back,

And the wizard is exposed,

                                                              It may not end in nothing.






Illustration: "The Suicide" by Antoine Wiertz, 1854