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.