Taking Me Home
TAKING ME HOME
Mosquitoes tore at my skin
small but lethal
I struck at them but they were too fast
so I sat and bled
Bleeding, sitting in the restaurant
in the Eiffel Tower in Paris on the top floor
I heard the blues played on a sax by a Frenchman
the sprawling city’s lights were burgeoning
I thought of you
Your image swirled around my dancing brain
you could always dance and kiss
your hand around your fleshy waist
Be still my bleeding heart
Ah! But that was years ago before the plaque
and before the plaque took our child away
before the politicos made a mess of our country
both leaving horrific scars and bad memories
Yet I survived but in body only
my mind was gone never find home again
today you’re gone along with our child
so what’s left of me?
I welcome mosquitoes nowadays
at least they draw blood I can see
life just tears you into pieces
leaving you dangling at the end of a dry branch
Alive but feeling dead
suffering but in raw pain
bleeding but not a scratch
the scars inside fester on my soul
I try to survive
A fate worse than death
oh death! when can I see you
take me and cradle me in your bosom
cuddle me away from this agony
Tomorrow will come
but all tomorrows are the same o same o
full of anguish and sorrow
I cry for my child who experienced no life
I mourn for my wife whose life was taken too soon
a woman whose heart was bigger than God’s heaven
the venomous vile was spewed by those
who have no name in heaven
They are dead to themselves
but not to Satan’s Hell
God is with me though He’s not here
I feel He understands
I will go on, day in day out, heart in hand
expecting the worst from callous people
but receiving the best from some good people
either way I go on until the rope stretches
Breaking the branch I saw my last sunset;
taking me home.
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