Eric Cockrell


Nothing... Or Perhaps, Everything - Poem by Eric Cockrell

nothing is real,
or perhaps,
everything!

we are empty rooms,
kissing shadows with names.
we shout, then are shaken...
and small things weep.

while eternity burns
in fires left untended.
the face in the mirror...

be it god, or death?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012



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