Close your eyes and rest. For the hour of death is upon us.
This chaos brought forth a new extinction that can only become hell if we let it.
As if silencing the barrage of alarms that echo through the midst of this chaotic pandemic.
Click and beeps, of machines, seemingly unreachable near death, experience.
Lost one and then the other a few seconds apart. Loosing hope, loosing a life.
The hour of death is upon us.
Smiles turn into sorrow.
Hope turns into grief.
What should we do? Running from the wind to the seas.
This illness bare no remorse for the ones we lost.
Before this drama and this trauma.
Before the pain and the storm.
Before the deaths and risks we taking, before these walls closes in.
I will take my last breath
This is not my goodbye but merely just a breath release of saying till we meet again.
Rcjoseph
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Rcjoseph (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a frontline covid nurse.i have experienced a lot of heart ache by loosing close friends and family and it's been tough to Express my feelings other then write it down on a piece of paper. This poem speaks for all nurses ,especially myself on how I /we had to go through during this pandemic. One moment your patient is doing well and just in a blink of an eye u loose that person.
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Of all the population pushed almost beyond endurance during this pandemic, hospital medical staff and in particular nurses by every account it would seem, are being pushed almost beyond endurance.
This is certainly so in parts of Australia, where I live.
Which brings me to a question - Where are you?
Do you intend to stay here and report on progress from your point of view? I hope so.
Welcome to MPS - It would be good to hear from you again.
I salute your profession!
and clapped along, with many here in the UK
in show of solidarity and appreciation.
Thank you and all those like you
for all your selfless service (in most cases going beyond the extra mile) and costly sacrifices! 👏👏👏
thanks for sharing
We will have to die one day, but the death doesn't know, who former and who later. At the end of our life if we are satisfied with our life that we have lived, then the pain of death will become the way of our eternal peace. Great respect your profession!
Nice poem.😄
Stay safe and thank you for reading❣
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