Where You Been, Baby?

where you been, baby?
where you been?
anywhere and everywhere,
but mostly nowhere...
listening to the paint
come screaming off the walls!

if it stinks,
it has my name.
if it bleeds,
it has my face!
if it howls,
it aint just the wind...
it's me come hungry searching
for the fire and the want.

shadows unto shadows,
we pass leaving scars...
silence unto silence,
hearts groping for hearts!

fighting for love...
no other way, and
nothing else will do...
the cross we carry
just the reflection
of our own failings and mistakes.

where you been, baby?
where you been?
standing outside your door,
with a shovel,
and a dozen roses!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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