Take Me Home

By Malcholm Dark

"Heaven holds a place for those who wait..."

Humid, blue skies high above me
Warm is the autumn breeze that blows.
White, massive clouds pass slowly by
Soft is the green grass I lie in...
memories of a summer gone.

Now verily, the days grow short
And the midnight air seems colder.
Clouds amass, smell the coming storm
The tall grass is losing its' green...
another autumn moves on.

Foreboding clouds are shaded gray
And my days are wintery cold.
Snow flurries consume everything
The ground is a blanket of white...
I am but a snap-shot in time.

--Here I am waiting, waiting here alone
someone come find me please and take me home.
--My sad fading eyes now witness the sin
watching the seasons pass by once again.

Winter yields to spring and summer
A light rain dampens the dirt road.
Wet is my lonely field of green
An old Ford truck sits here alone...
a forgotten fear has returned.

A man from my past, standing near
Destroyer of lives, this killer.
Evil unbound, unstoppable
Dead is the girl pulled from his truck...
a monster among mice and men.

Fair princess amid the paupers
Within this saddened field of green.
She now waits for her prince to come
That special one to take her home...
no happily ever after.

--Here I am waiting, waiting all alone
hoping for hope that someone takes me home.
--My sad fading eyes now witness the sin
watching the seasons pass by once again.

At last my flesh has now decayed
Tattered clothing and bone remain.
My black hollow eyes stare upward
Into a sea of indigo...
above this field of oblivion.

I rise above my last remains
Above this dumping ground of green.
And see the others just like me
So many waiting to go home...
welcome to the land of pity.

The summer days are growing short
Autumn again just out of sight.
We are the murdered, left unfound
Our loved ones search for some closure...
only their hope remains alive.

--Here we are waiting, waiting here it's true
hoping for that someone, someone just like you.
--And though our bodies lay dead and rotten
we are not to be damned nor forgotten!
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"Won't someone take us home."

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Published on Thursday, May 3, 2012. Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I thought I'd write one for the victims, the ones that can't speak out... many are still out there...

Comments on "Take Me Home"

On Wednesday, December 12, 2012, PoetessDarkly (693) wrote:

stupendous write. and you are correct seasons are fun to pen. I think in a lot of ways a mystery. the way they flow and ebb into one another. Thank you so much for your comment on my poem season's queens. I see I might have to favor you. :)
A former member wrote: This is brilliant.... not sure what else to say about it kind of left me speechless
On Friday, May 4, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Massive and monumental, best thing I've read all day, thanks Mal.
On Thursday, May 3, 2012, DarkDruidess (313) wrote:

Very disturbing piece in a good way...Nice to see someone thinking about the victims instead of the malicious doer's...well done...~Dru
On Thursday, May 3, 2012, violetdarkness (50) wrote:

i just want to say. it's brilliant.
On Thursday, May 3, 2012, Malcholm Dark (806) wrote:

thanks for the comments my friend... it has been too long between pieces... MD
On Thursday, May 3, 2012, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Barring the the fact this is of murder victims, it can be applied easily elsewhere. It's someone who's stuck in forever, the world constantly shifting around them, while they themselves, are unmoved. Either way, it's a very sombre existence. Nice to see more of your work, my friend.