Dark days lie around and before me
And a horror of ghosts in the gloom
Fills me with dread
I see no possibility of escape
And the darkness fills my home
Covers my bed
Like a counterpane smoothed
Over a silken sheet
Heavy, like lead
So present, so always there,
So difficult to treat
or even ignore
So inside and outside me
the greyness looms
And I -
I need a saviour.
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