The Gentle Sounds Of The Grave
Calling The Living
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Plastered together with duct tape and hope
dazed by bright lights and death
Plastered to keep me from feeling the rope
as I dangle and wiggle my legs
Too much, too little, too late to turn back
as I step on the stool of undoing
Counting the moments and patience I lack
as I'm believing the shit I am spewing
Second thoughts and second chances
the second time I've tried to let go
Confusing the steps to all of the dances
allowing imperfection to show
No turning back, the last step is a doozy
I hang like the sheets on the line
The room is spinning and I'm feeling woozy
I fear I've succeeded this time
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Authors Note:
I have had a couple friends make the decision to end their lives this past month. Words could no longer reach their pain. This poem is in honor of the struggle to survive and the unbearable lie death whispers as you give in to a false peace. Please check on your loved ones. Life is hard, love is stronger.
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Comments (10)
This is so beyond moving and heartbreaking. I am so sorry for your loss and for all those that get to this point :( These lines really got to me, 'Too much, too little, too late to turn back as I step on the stool of undoing'
Simply heartbreaking, Kelli! I am deeply sorry for your loss.
I can totally understand how your friends felt because I'm a suicide survivor myself. Yes, it's very important to always check on our friends
A very hard read and I’m sure a difficult one to write as well. Powerful work and good counsel to check on loved ones
This is heartbreaking to hear and to read. Sorry about your losses.
Heartbreaking!!!😭😭😭
I'm so sorry for your losses. This is a beautiful, but heartbreaking, poem.
I'm so sorry to hear about the friends you have lost this month. This is a brave and empathetic tribute. I am moved by your words, "Life is hard, love is stronger."
Surreal imagery - we really do not know what is pushing us toward the end. Inner conflicts and existential crises do much before we realize. Feel so sorry reading end note. ★
I'm so sorry to hear that you've lost friends this way. I knew a few who chose to end things by their own hand, and is never easy to get past the questions that haunt you. Keep in touch...with all of us.