Risky Business Poem by Naveed Akram

The side to suicide was grim as pies of ice,
Calculating the moment would be torture;
The effects of the insanity were stronger than most,
Another feeling was attached like the meaning of piety.

Someone wants to die and then live forever,
Let them suffer less than us if they live on,
For suicide is a risky business, and you are the lord
Of your moment, the one so dark and distinct.

A side to your features is like history itself,
The machine of death keeps running,
But you decide to use it and work more
For the living and the dying, the dead.