Monologue Of The Traveller Between Countries Poem by John Duffy

I still when I'm out

Just look for you to dance with on any dancefloor


No matter how full they all seem with the fake shallow

Beautiful look at me ones


Even after all these years

Since you've been gone


I may now be forced to watch the pitiful lonely early sunrise

All alone on cold Sunday mornings


Now that no one comes looking for me or my beloved wife and beautiful baby son

Who just loved to cry for me and I can still hear his sweet voice calling


I may lose some badly needed hope and dreams of salvation even though I've crossed difficult seas and walked countless miles

Across so many nations


But with everything lately seeming so lost and out of control


The fear of loneliness may follow me around and stalk the very fabric of my soul as I walk


But I'll still speak to you both about our wedding photographs

The only things to remind me of you both

Before the soldiers knocked on your mother's door and you left

Treating you both and all the others like animal stock


Those photographs are the ones I'll always love and cling onto before God dug me this ungodly hole


I'll always remember the only two people who seemed to really understand all my pain


My two incredible shelters from the storm who I once proudly stood with in the falling rain


I may not know where you both are


Now that God's took you away to his secret hideaway


A place I pray you can watch the birds and our son can now grow free as he plays


A place where there's no separation by race religion or wealth


A place where money doesn't decide the level of your health


I'll never love any others like you two from now until oblivion


I just know deep down

That'll we'll meet again when I too must go into the cold ground


For no one else can ever take your places


For these painfully stinging emotions can never be unwound

No matter who they're presented with or how beautiful their faces


You'll always be my two-midnight wishes


Special people who I'll never be able to resist


We may be apart

But in here


In this secret special red room

I keep hidden in my beating heart


We'll always be together


For in there

My beating chest


We'll always be the apex of any and all of Michelangelo's

Priceless works of art

Copyright John Duffy