A darkness falls inside your head
The fear of news that reality may shed
No comfort arrives to ease your fear
Deafening silence is all you hear
The weeks pass by, day into night
Where’s the letter to end your plight
Sitting, waiting, is that the door?
In the hallway there’s a letter on the floor
Amid the fear, anxiety and grief
Emerge elation of quiet relief
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