CURSED MOON

nephilim56

I watched your soul
Leave your eyes
In dazzling colour
Travel high
Up above
The hospital room
In flight
To your new home.

Suddenly 
Your body lay
A mere shell
As if of clay
And I still shackled
To this life
Sent my love
To your flight.

A spell was broken
Grief a cursed moon
Who looked down
Into that room
An angled beam
An angels wing
My heartbeat
In pain to sing.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2025 02:01
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  • Poetic Licence

    Very relatable write to many, being in a hospital watching the passing of a loved one, nicely expressed and written

  • arqios

    This has put words to experiences I have had over the years. Most touched🙏🏻🕊️

    • nephilim56

      very kind, thanks much appreciated

    • sorenbarrett

      Very nicely written this poem speaks of death in a most intimate manner with great imagery and metaphor. Very nicely done

      • nephilim56

        most kind comments, thanking you

      • rrodriguez

        I can relate to your message. I'm a chaplain and I see death a lot... I see an empty shell when the spirit is gone. Thank you for sharing. A well written piece.

        • nephilim56

          thank you for the kind comments, appreciated



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