There's never a convenient time
For bad news to arrive.
And when it comes our utmost
thought
Is merely to survive.
Emotions rage. A hundred waves
Of ocean drown all feeling.
Depression, fear, dejection
Washing over; senses reeling.
Who is this who brings the news?
Who's the scapegoat to accuse?
A messenger come straight from
hell.
No one handles bad news well.
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