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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2035463
Waiting is impossible to cope with, when you have no news to work with

She lies so still in that hospital bed,
hooked up to machines quite close to her head,
I wait and wonder, what’s coming her way,
as I sit by the phone, many hours away.

They tell me there’s nothing I can do
if I chose to go sit in the hospital too.
I feel so useless from our empty home
while my love fights her battle, all alone.

It’s hard to just sit here at home and wait,
for maybe a call that says it’s too late
and my love has gone to a better place
untroubled by pains of the human race.

But I live in the hope, like all of us do
that my love will return, to start life anew,
untroubled by problems of fitness and health,
not caring a whit about money or wealth.

My creative muse is hiding somewhere,
my mind’s in a mess, so he got out of there.
He’ll wait in the wings for my thoughts to clear
and return to my fingers like he never left here.

But my love fights alone, and I worry and wait,
will I see her again? Or will I be too late?
I wish there was something I could actually do
To help her survive what she’s going through.

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