7.14.2004

Fretting, deep inside.
The pain surrounds me, a wave of helplessness crashing down on my head.
There is nothing I can do to stop this.
There is nothing I can do to help.

I can only imagine the pain, felt by her in that sterile room.
Unfamiliar and cold, it causes her to shiver.
Even the bright flowers don't help.
The sun itself is sucked into the white darkness of the room.

I can only imagine what I'm going to say when I get there.

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