Someone Cares.... Poem by Eric Cockrell

soft cold early autumn rain....
kept looking for ghosts on the way home.
there is a stillness now, and a waiting,
though i know not for what.
i've always been different,
heard voices in the shadows.
and often i dont know,
whether i'm dreaming, or a dream.
i've seen things that should have been nightmares....
i've seen the hungry child dying in the rose that blooms!
i look at people and feel their sorrow.
i hear what they're saying when they cant speak.
i go with old people into their graves,
and weep with addicts in broken alleys.
i have no color, or nationality....
those with religion spurn my company.
i'm not a patriot for any man,
i follow only the law of my heart.
i feel the guilt of injustice and indifference...
and carry responsibility like a cross.
i have no illusions about my virtue,
and understand that truth has a cost.
and most of all i've found a sameness,
in the very difference....
so let it rain, let the darkness speak,
we have been friends for hundreds of years.
and to you who listen,
whose hearts are open....
you are never alone,
someone cares!