Vic

Vic


 

From deep sleep, slowly, he awakens
Eyes half-opened skyward obsidian skies
Semi-conscious he spoke but not a word
Vocal cords sadly muffled as he cries
 
Glancing left, he sees southern lights
Green, hazy, oscillating in the darkness
Red moons flashing rhythmic intermittent
Beeps clockwork but skies remain starless
 
Move he tried; alas! muscles unwilling
Overwhelming fatigue consumes his being
But where is everyone? for he feels alone
In an antarctic world; hell foreshadowing?
 
Yes, alone in the glacial grim universe
No loved ones around him, oh not even one
He grimaces as a weight crushes his chest
Breathless, gasping, sadly air has gone
 
Those southern lights slowly flattening
The red moons flashing more incandescent
As he drifts, faintly he heard code blue
A dragonfly hovered, eerie and iridescent
 
To a void he flies suddenly billion stars
Oh, almost within reach, inviting even
He lets the pain go, air he needs no more!
Sleep he welcomes, dreaming only of heaven...
 
© Vic Evora 07-02-2020

Dedicated to my nephew who succumbed to one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and died alone! And to all who have died alone during this pestilence.

2020

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Olga Gavrilovskiy
about 1 month

My most heatfelt condolences for your loss. It is a beautiful tribute to the man's last dying moments.

Vic
Vic
about 1 month

Thank you. And thanks for liking the poem.

Benjamin G. Sangalang
about 1 month

Condolence. May your nephew rest in peace.

Vic
Vic
about 1 month

Salamat marami amigo.

Barb Clarke
about 1 month

So sorry for your loss. The saddest thing of COVID is that many people have died alone.
A beautiful tribute to your nephew, may he rest in peace.

Vic
Vic
about 1 month

Thank you Barb

Nelson D Reyes
about 1 month

Saddest lonely place to be in a code blue world devoid of loved ones, nowhere any sensory comfort to have. Far away from the world of the living with little hope captured in this poem. Yet heaven is there ready to receive him he knew.
Beautiful imagery. Thanks Brod. Like.

I would like to share a poem also inspired by the uncertainties of the times we are in today. This one is about “one being not there in the household the day after he had succumbed to C19.”
It’s “With You” I posted sometime ago.

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Vic
Vic
about 1 month

Thank you Brod. I think I've read that one, but haven.t commented. I've been away from Poeticous quite a bit,. But I'll start again. I'm hoping writer's block is behind me,

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