covid 19

Their rasping breaths pushed in an out,
The atheists, the blind devouts.
Their fevers peaked a high degree,
A baby boy, a retiree.
Machines were all that kept them here,
In every eye a look of fear.
Their faces plastered with regrets,
It won't be, can't be, over yet.
And in this horror, in these halls,
She took it in, met every call.
Her feet they dragged and her heart reeled,
But with each step her mind she steeled.
"I will be here, I will love you."
As she pushed them to the ICU.