Visiting me every day
Not for me, myself
But for a loved one
Is she going to die today?
Or the day after?
Or already dead?
My mind is wandering
Through these phases
Sometimes it gets out a little
But I am reminded again
By a traumatic event
It keeps going and going
Every day is another torture
My eyes see her then alive
She survives again
What about tomorrow?
Being alone makes it
Even worse
Being rich
Could have been the solution
Which I am not
Those little monsters keep
Getting bigger and bigger
Just like my fear...
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