POEM: Prayers are the Best Meds

So this is the first time I will join the Verse First in Poets United. Since it is all about Cure, hope this one will make sense with the topic required. I just remembered how scared am I when my father was rushed in a hospital. And I told myself, I don't want to be in an ambulance ever again. Let me know what you think after you read this... ;)

Concentration broke with the wail

Saw a man lying, pale

There's a woman on his side with a face of fail

I'm at the back holding the bill.

We're in the bus of fastest

People-in were on their weakest

The road were the busiest

I began to worry holding my fist.

As the man hear me talk

He forced himself, he spoke

"Take care of your mom, she'll cook"

Tears flowed my cheeks, she looked.

"You'll be okay" I replied

My mom held him and spied

She didn't go away his side

So do I.

He slept for a while

The bus run another mile

I looked the grip of his hand

To my mom's right armband.

He began to breathe deeply,

I thank God willingly

We don't want to loss him truly

"We've arrived," I told them gladly.

I can feel his pain

Rushing through my vein

Nurses were rushing in

Checking him with a keen.

Inside the white room

Everything's like a doom

All we're sitting with a loom

I sighted all patients in a zoom. 

The room seems clean

Yet it's full of things so mean

It's safe as it seems

But our hearts were on dim.

Prayers are the best medicine

I told myself, I'm expecting

My mom, I heard crying

"Don't worry God will help us," He's looking.