Waiting For Heart Surgery

Waiting for heart surgery Fun is over ion 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 helps? 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.