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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.

Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2022

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