Down In The Ditch

the shattered eye,
the haunted soul.
the borrowed heart,
spinning out of control.

the maddened push,
to go on and on....
the remembered tug,
after the moment's gone.

the naked prayer,
the mirror of fire.
the hurricane
simply called desire.

the savage tear
that shakes the ground.
take the hand, give a damn,
cut the body down.

the stink of truth
makes the face melt away...
take off your hat,
empty your pockets and stay.

give all or nothing,
no time to pretend.
get down in the ditch,
and dig with your friends.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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