Bedside Injury

I watch you sleep,
and pray.
I wait and watch the ceiling tiles.
Outside, the day arrives,
and then it goes away,
but I stay with you,
and worry.
I update our friends,
and watch,
and pray.

Don't move my child, just wait.
It'll be a while,
but you'll recover,
I think,
I'm sure, so say the docs.
but all I feel is pain and loss,
and hopelessness,
tiredness,
boredom,
sadness and weak,
and you can't speak, for now at least,
and I can't find the peace
your mind hides in,
so I give the fight to fate,
and I sit and worry,
and I wait.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.