Anxious eyes peer into night
at a road lit up by neon light.
The sounds dim, the hospital sleeps,
Somewhere a vigilant monitor beeps.
A ventilator breathes in and out
as in our ward the lights go out.
A siren wail disturbs the night,
Emergency teams prepare for flight.
Far above in the dark we lie,
whispering prayers with sleepless eye.
As nurse with soft and quiet tread
Keeps watchful eye on every bed.
Her confident reassurance keeps
the demons from our restless sleep.
Early sun dispels the gloom
as cheery day crew invade the room
and morning makes all doubts disperse
Thank God for day;
and thank you nurse.
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Umm, those nervy nights on hospital wards have a strange feel, all of their own. You've captured it really well - can smell the sheets and cleaning fluids even now.