Save Me


in quiet, shadowed moments of the soul
comes noises most callous
another’s truths, having
accepted as self-truth
voices in tones of false
friends mis-guided, within
their battles own, raging
on a meandering field of chaotic

follows, often, clouded murk
weight to the shoulders
vistas bowed to graveled feet
even that citadel, that brick and mortar
that infallible stalwart
the heart
finds a doleful quietus

Having such thoughts, go to or call the Canadian suicide hot line at 1-800-784-2433 or call 911. Please do, you are worth it, you have life yet to contribute to us all!

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