Busted & Going Home

a place to rest

Busted & Going Home

I'm busted in two
My legs have gotten away from me
I'm falling into the last bastion of humanity
Folded, mute to the bone, one last shot
At decency, savior bells ringing,
We are the last to train the ride to Elysium,
Folded water in tow,
Grins beyond all expectations,
Lastly the wayward trip in a soft bed of home.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks you beautiful. I just know I would love you.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

Aww, what a great poem!!! Home is where we can forget all the worries of the world, and rest till our wounds heal.... only here does our wayward journey end.....Al, I love the poem!!! It is gentle and soothing...
Favourite lines: "Folded, mute to the bone, one last shot"