Shallow breath
A dim blue light
A nurses face
To hourly check
All is free
To move around
Hospital corridors
Spirits abound.
Its said that angels
And death he moves
Upon silent wings
And quiet shoes
To take the dying
Old and frail
Collection time
Beyond the veil.
Folklore tales
Mystery or myth
A cold hand laid
A final kiss
Upon the forehead
Tightening skin
The final journey
To begin.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is said at hospitals and hospices etc that the number of deaths are much higher during these hours and is known as the poems title
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Comments1
I've known those moments when silent spirits draw near ,free from the chains of life...
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