Waiting For Heart Surgery

Waiting for heart surgery

Fun is over in the sleepless night
No more jokes about the seriousness of
My friend’s surgery.
it is a stark night the wind has stopped
The stillness overwhelms me
Perhaps he is awake thinking of the future
Or if he has any
Silent tears alone in a strange room so
Many regrets, plans he had that came to
No nothing.
Cold sweats on his brow his fear is palpable
He has not been so helpless, the thought of god
Enters his mind would a prayer help?
He pushes the thought away religion never
Meant anything for him, but in this dark hour
Of needs, he will do anything to be at ease.
Finally, he falls into a restless sleep, soon
It will be morning, providence will decide.