In Their Veins Poem by Eric Cockrell

In Their Veins

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sleep with the weeping ones,
and walk in their shoes...
their faces always before me,
i feel the cuts on their fingers.
i hear the gutteral voices of suffering,
too naked to speak words.
my blood runs in their veins,
and theirs in mine!

Monday, August 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: voices
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 13 August 2012

well expressed poem-touching..

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Dave Walker 13 August 2012

Like it quiet haunting, a fantastic poem.

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