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