The Suicide Hotline Volunteer

Ring Ring

 

The phone rings

I pick it up

And I listen.

 

Hear me

Know me

Understand.

 

I need reassurance

I need a plan.

 

I can’t go like this

I feel so low

Please

Help me.

 

I listen to the stories

I give them kind remarks

But what I say can’t replace

What has been hurt.

 

Pow

 

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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