Regret Poem by John Krysinski

my tortured soul shall never rest
the pain i feel stays in my chest
saddness i have no regets i take
all of lifes sorrow for my mistakes

people envy the rich despise the poor
who's life feels like a chore
many people take for granted, life
but i have taken my life away with a knife

my endless suffering is spent all alone
above me is six feet of dirt and a granite stone
pity me not for what i've done wrong
im the one who grabbed the knife andwent along

my life i took was a mistake
i should of never took the life i take
my family mourned over my death
thats the biggest of my regrets