From My Hospital Bed

As I lay distraught, devastated, on my hospital bed,

Wondering whether I’d ever been able to raise my head,

To stand on my feet once again, would I ever dare?

 I was trapped in the dungeon of deep despair.

My hands were without sensation; I could not feel,

My eyes had lost their luster, and so had my will.

I couldn’t smell lip-smacking food; I had no sense of taste,

The time was ticking by; was my life a farce, a waste?

The doctors around me were in hazmat suits, and masks,

Faceless, expressionless, engrossed in their tasks,

I was walled in myself, with not a relative in view,

Why this dreaded curse had fallen on me- only if I knew!

I couldn’t breathe, like a fish out of water I  gasped for air;

I prayed to the Almighty if only once He would spare!

My head throbbed with pain- to comfort, no one was near,

 Was I being punished? My whole body trembled in fear.

I am extremely anxious, what my future is going to be;

God, Almighty, in all my life I never thought of Thee!

Today from my hospital bed, I frantically call on you,

You are my Savior! For the past lapses, I earnestly rue.