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It's another stormy night as I sit by the window gazing
out into the darkness 
it's dark out but not as dark as my thoughts
the ticking of the clock signifies the minutes passing 
on into hours till another day is through 
another day down an I breathe a sigh of relief 
I didn't get that call
but on the other hand it's one day closer to the day 
I fear the most of all 
I'm to much a realist to be in denial 
but there's a anger burning to the point of just inches of being 
out of control
they tell me to be grateful for the time we had an not 
resent the time we will not get
but I can't 
it's my mother cancer is taking away ever so slow 
an there's not a god damn thing I can do 
but dread the call 
all my life I've fought my way into or out of 
just about everything
but here there's nothing I can fight
I can't intimidate the cancer
I can't beat the hell out of it 
and I Can't Kill It 
many many years ago I swore I'd never feel 
helpless again but here I sit by the window gazing
out into the darkness 
feeling helpless again

~ D Donner ~