Black Sheep

in the silence of the fallen,
we walk hand in hand through the fire.
through the streets of hell unashamed
we who are written by desire.

with prayers for the wounded,
for the bodies left beside the road.
with a hand for the children
bowed beneath a heavy load.

speaking truth without deception,
living by the code of the heart.
knowing there is no difference
in the shadows between light and dark

risking it all for a stranger,
might be your long lost brother.
standing for what we feel
standing for one another.

and the souls of the weary weep....
in the ground where the beaten sleep.
knowing the life given's all we keep.....
fallen angels, fugitives, and black sheep.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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