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.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Very relatable write to many, being in a hospital watching the passing of a loved one, nicely expressed and written
thanking you
You are very welcome
This has put words to experiences I have had over the years. Most touched🙏🏻🕊️
very kind, thanks much appreciated
Very nicely written this poem speaks of death in a most intimate manner with great imagery and metaphor. Very nicely done
most kind comments, thanking you
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.
thank you for the kind comments, appreciated
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