No Control
I’m sitting in a dark hospital room
With my sleeping mother
I’ve been in this room for
Hours
&
Days
&
Weeks
My mother has cancer
For the second time
I want to
Run
&
Cry
&
Disappear
My thoughts are constantly buzzing
I can hardly think straight
I am dwelling on the
Past
&
Present
&
Future
I feel completely helpless
I have no one to talk to
I am realizing that I have
Fear
&
Guilt
&
No Control
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