Edlynn Nau Poet Free verse

Worse Than Death

WORSE THAN DEATH

Calling for you. 
Reaching with my hand. 
Reaching out to feel...
for finger tips, yours. 

No one there!
Where is that grasp?
That bouquet of warmth,
one hand tucked in another. 

Ice cold, cooler, 
freezing, I call for you. 
Call out in confusion, 
the name of our child. 

Ragged hard breathing. 
Then hardly audible...
whispering the names, 
I let go of living . 

In the void but nowhere...
I’m gone from here now.
My fingers still move,
reaching for you.  

-Edlynn Nau 
© April 26, 2020

Dedicated to Covid-19 victims that die without the farewell or affection from their spouse or children.

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Jan Terry March 6, 2022 at 11:52 AM Sad but true. May you and your family stay well during these frightening times.

Joe Maverick November 27, 2021 at 8:20 AM Hmm a sad way to go Edlynn.. You evoke the Fright and desperation many must have gone Through.. And yet we know much more now Than when it was being advertised as a new Deadly disease 25th down I am now told on Diseases that can kill list' I have to say now it was The better course to have let it run its course As the amish community did.' I am most Concerned at the death toll from other things Neglected but if I read the hard narrative maybe That is all to the good for some sad individuals' Edlynn Nau March 6, 2022 at 10:41 AM Both my kids are MD’s and they are not lying. At the time of this poem, before vaccines, they were dropping like flies. Believing whatever you want is not reality;it’s tilting at windmills.

Robert Lindley September 18, 2020 at 6:35 AM You gave us another very fine poem. Reality that so many are being separated at time of a life closing. A great message driven piece A fav too. God bless.. Edlynn Nau September 18, 2020 at 9:32 AM It is so sad for any of us to die alone. The times are cruel! So now our poems are grouped by year? But 1014 & 2013 are missing! Do they only store 5 years now?

Michael Tor July 27, 2020 at 7:40 AM Incredible write Edlyn. A favorite. Michael Tor July 27, 2020 at 11:28 AM Edlynn when are you going to start writing again. Hope your dad is well. Read "What If" and "Hell No to the vaccination" Miss you... Edlynn Nau July 27, 2020 at 9:52 AM I had no idea these were here Mike. I better check my mail more often. My children are both doctors so I hear these dreadful, heartbreaking stories & know in an instant how crushing it would be (or think I do) to be so sick and then, to die in a room with strangers. May we all stay well. Then my nearly 90 dad is in a nursing home. Frightening for him and me. I HATE I cannot visit my sweet little dad but through a window. Be CAREFUL OUT THERE! I would miss you Mike. Mask, distance, wash hands, stay home as much as possible. Grace upon us!

Gershon Wolf April 27, 2020 at 6:17 PM Grim, tragic endings,... so well penned. Touching dedication, Edlynn. Take care, Gershon Edlynn Nau April 27, 2020 at 7:53 PM It’s the grim truth for sure! May this not fall on any of us.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 27, 2020 at 9:04 AM Wow. Potent, powerful pen. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 28, 2020 at 8:12 AM Too true <3 Edlynn Nau April 27, 2020 at 10:44 AM Thank you! To pass from this life without anyone to hold our hand, without one familiar voice, or the faces of those we’ve traveled through life with, seems cruel and tragic. This pandemic adds this to the nightmare.