I cannot write for all is lost
The game is up, the end
And all familiarity is gone
My world is inside out

My colour memories bleached
Remembrance scoffs at me 
For yesterday is out of reach
Tomorrow lurks unknown.

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­'Be to me a rock of refuge,
to which I may continually come;
you have given the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.'
Psalm 71:3