Sheer utter helplessness
Of just standing by
Unable to help
My loved one struggles mightily
Against a dreaded illness
Watching the ebb and flow
Of life as battle is waged
A glow of resurgence fading
Into a paleness to my own despair
One hundred times my heart flipped
A fear grips my very soul
It feels as if immobilized
And squeezes dry my hopes
I pray, knowing not why, or
If any prayers will be answered
So I pray again, then hope
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
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