Eric Cockrell


I Walk Alone... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am the last rebellion,
the fire you cannot control.
i am the faces of lost bodies,
names written in blood.
i am the call to battle,
armed by the heart.
i am the silence that knows,
the darkness that takes.
i am poverty's shadow,
and the language of need.
i am the anger of the beaten,
i am the field forsaken.
i am the tint of skin,
and the color of the eyes....
the song of the shovel and whip.
i am the bones of the old ones,
shaking with rage.
the tears of the grandmothers,
the dirty hands of small children.
i am the soldier imprisoned,
on the streets of despair.
i am the conscience of the murderer,
that haunts the night.
i am the bodies of lovers,
glistening with passion.
i am the child born,
neath a sky with no star.
i am the crucifix and prayer beads,
the hymn known only by trees.
i am the dog abandoned,
rain falling without remorse.
i am the monk self-immoliated,
the cry for freedom unheard.
i am human dignity,
and i walk alone!


Comments about I Walk Alone... by Eric Cockrell

  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (10/25/2012 2:38:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, we must all walk alone at
    some point in our.lives. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,614 Points Savita Tyagi (10/23/2012 9:52:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading it. Though we live in social setting the courage to walk alone is what is needed most. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012



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