Unconscious

every thing i've ever written
in an unconscious love song
to life.
a celebration, a dance,
a prayer.
making love to the wind and rain.
listening to the unspoken tears
of a child.
believing, that even through
the darkest night
a new dawn is coming.

no matter how hard i've tried,
(and i have)
i just havent been able to
form the wordless into words.

maybe that's why i'm still here!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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