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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