Poem: “I spoke with a woman Lastnight”

I was at the bus stop last night, I turned around and saw an elderly lady sitting, smiling, She said, “Come here young one.” I could see the pain in her eyes, With regret filling them as she continues with her life. She started to speak without hesitation, She said, “I regret it, I regret…

Poem: “She is crying for help.”

She is crying for help.. Am I the only one hearing her? I looked at her wrist, and realized that she fell in love with the razor. Horizontal lines.. Stretching… I can see the pain in her eyes.. A battle.. She is losing.. She is crying for help, But no sound.. If you look closely,…