Truly Home

A Poem I Wrote About My Grandfather.

I’m lost in here,
I don’t know how to get through,
This painful existence for ethereal beings.

I miss my grandkids,
They love me so,
If only there was a way I could go,
I’d visit them to show,
Just how much I love them,
I never told them this while I was still there.

Now instead I’m trapped in here,
This ethereal zone of lifelessness,
In which I am so chained.

Even though while I’m here,
No longer am I pained,
By my leg that’s been long gone,
Though now I ache up a storm.
My heart seems cold to them,
To me it is still warm,
Filled with love for those that are free,
Those that are missing me.

They haven’t a clue,
Nor do I know what to do,
On how to get out of here.
This ethereal place where I’m trapped.

I feel like I was trespassing,
And the good lord was eradicating,
All of us that seemed weak or frail.
It wasn’t my fault it wasn’t time to go.

Though deep inside me I still know,
That in this place where I am trapped,
Here I’m truly home.