The Suicide Hotline Volunteer

Ring Ring


The phone rings

I pick it up

And I listen.


Hear me

Know me



I need reassurance

I need a plan.


I can’t go like this

I feel so low


Help me.


I listen to the stories

I give them kind remarks

But what I say can’t replace

What has been hurt.




A shot rings out

Through the phone

Like an endless tunnel

With a sudden end.


I stop

I cry

I wait


Ring Ring


The phone rings

This poem is about: 
Our world


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