Forget Poem by Eric Cockrell
Forget
the thief in the alley
behind the building
waiting for the lights
to go out...
his lights went out a long time ago,
or, maybe yesterday...
no job, his family gone,
no reason to be a man...
anymore...
the lights go out,
he steps from the shadows
with a handful of pipe,
smashing the skull of
unidentified footsteps...
takes the money bag and runs...
to the rush and the deadness
that lets him forget!
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5/10/2024 5:38:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In his forgetfulness he left one thing sit. The truth, how he got to the point. The reason is survival. The primal instincts still live in us all. They are shadowed by a mirror civilized image. For when we have food we can not go hungry. For when we have home we have somewhere warm to sleep and a place to shower. If you deny any human being the basic necessity in life they will kill for them.. Great and true poem.