There are steps that I must take through this dark and empty place.
I wish you wouldn’t follow.
For I’m not sure if I’ll see tomorrow.
But maybe if you can reach me before it’s too late,
I won’t have to take the journey that might call for my end.
Would you take the time to save a friend?
Would you let them go so you’re off the hook and would no longer have to bother?
This all feels so wrong.
But no one has given me any other choice.
The walls are crumbling down around me.
The pressure is overwhelming.
I turned to you, but you’re not really there.
I’m hoping and praying, you’ll make the time, this time
This poem is offered in light of a story about a young man taking his life
when he felt he had no one to turn to, and when he did turn to someone, they didn’t try to stop him.
I beg of anyone out there, please help that is crying out for help.
Don’t urge them to take their own life. They are crying out because they want to be saved.
No matter how bad things are, there is always something better ahead even if you can’t see it at the time.
Will You Save Me?©
Felina Silver Robinson