My Family

i dont have any more time
for the 'pretend to be',
the 'wanna be', ...

the jewelled hand,
the insulated mask,
the prideful, the apathetic....

the 'walk away joes'...

only the living, the bruised,
the wounded, the naked....
fighting, struggling, knocking....

standing up even when
they're too weak to go on....
my family!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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