On call’ by Brian Dodd
‘Not feeling well again , dad !’
‘ What’s the trouble son, explain.
Tell me now. I’m listening.
Let me know your pain.’
‘My thoughts , they keep on racing.
Can’t go on. I feel so bad.
I cannot sleep . I cannot rest.
I think I’m going mad.
I’m anxious and confused, dad
There’s turmoil in my head.
What is there to live for?
I might as well be dead.’
‘ Son , don’t talk like that, please don’t.
These feelings never last.
They’re just intruders in your mind.
Stay strong and they will pass.
I know just how you’re feeling
Darkness, doubts and fear.
At the moment things seem muddy,
But I promise you they’ll clear.
OK, your mind is wandering.
Your nerves on edge, unsteady
But You have so much to live for,
You’ve achieved so much already!
I know it’s not the answer,
It’s peace you need to find,
But please , please take those meds son’
(A band aid for the mind.)
‘Thanks dad for simply being there,
And pray I’ll soon be right
And That I will get better
And darkness turns to light.’
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