You are an anaesthetic;
a temporary relief
from reality.
You soften the pressure
but don't remove the problem.
You stop me getting frenetic
when I've lost all my belief
in reality.
You help my mind to freshen
and see past the bottom.
-I'm feeling faint again
so place your song in my lungs
and let me become sane
with every word we have sung-
I'm still waiting for surgery
to cure me of my failings.
But I'm grateful
for all the help you have offered.
However small it may be.
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