Reprieve

Depression, detachment, despair
Have you ever been there?
Dark clouds abound
There’s no other sound
But weeping.

You can’t sleep at night
Dawn’s not yet in sight
It seems there's no end
You’re sent round the bend
and screaming.

Then comes a shift
Madness starts to lift
A small calm appears
A hand dries the tears
Safe homing.

Jane Rice-Oxley

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