Hang Up The Phone Poem by Eric Cockrell

hang up the phone...
let the voices in my head die down.
outside it's raining in layers,
and the cat curls against the steps.
cars pass like ships on uncharted seas,
and we are no better.
each day a battle in a war no one wins...
you looked at me with sadness,
and something i almost remembered.
we sat at a table in the park with the dogs,
and watched a deer stamping and snorting.
now you lie asleep in front of the tv,
and i'm alone with my thoughts.
somewhere deep inside beneath the turmoil,
the flame still burns on a candle forgotten.
who and what are we, if not human?
why breathe if we cannot feel?
damn the storm, i'm not afraid of the darkness...
my feet curse softly and walk into the rain!