Eric Cockrell

I Am.... (Disgust) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am the soldier,
crying in his helmet.
i am the gas pump,
guarded by guns.
i am the foreclosed house,
weeping and vacant.
i am the oil rig,
convicted of murder.
i am the big truck,
parked in disgust.
i am the nursing home,
with grave like beds.
i am the field,
unplowed and untended.
i am the bowl,
filled with empty.
i am the boots,
left by the door.
i am the ache,
the want and the need.
i am the hand,
reaching for your breast.
i am the paper, the pen,
the letter never written.
i am the empty bed,
beneath the willow tree.
i am the darkness,
that comes and devours.
the chill of distance,
the tears of an angry god!

Comments about I Am.... (Disgust) by Eric Cockrell

  • (5/15/2012 4:51:00 AM)

    The tears of an angry god, and they will be plenty
    of tears with what man as done to the world.
    A great poem.
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  • Anhelica Velasquez (5/14/2012 8:46:00 PM)

    i am the empty bed, beneath the willow tree.. amazing poem. really great write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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