Take Me Home

Take me home, whence I came.
Send me home tenderly whilst I rest and meekly fold my hands
Take me back, for I have no reason to stay
I can’t sing, I can’t walk, I can’t touch, nor can I be touched
So, pack me up and send me to my maker.
Each wound gapes wide by the second
Take me by the neck, tie me up and wrap me in a box,
Because I have no use being here anymore.
Take me to the place I call home,
There I shall find rest and purpose
There I shall dine and drink, and laugh, and sigh
I have fought their war, I have lived a lie
Now I want to go home where I become myself,
Where I get no judgement nor chastise.
Here I sit, with a long drab face, no one to run to
Now, dear reader, I think it is time to go home
Take me by my hand, or push me to the door to my home
I want to go home, so send me home.

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Published by Duncan

I am a poet, article writer and an author. I have authored two books thus far( From the African Left Hand Ink and Mine that I Love) with over 200 poems. I have collaborated in several anthologies including Shades of Pain by Jael Migiro. Poetry is my escape from reality and my life's shelter and recourse. Making art is one of the most beautiful things I have had to do in my life with the intent of entertaining and expressing feelings. Feelings of both me and others.

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