Written In Human Blood

i heard you crying...
i dont know your name....
i can almost see your face,
can feel the warmth of your tears.

i felt your hunger,
twisting at my gut,
sharpening my stony glance,
and the set of my jaw.

i was driven by your lostness,
walking forever going nowhere.
with no beginning and no end,
no country, and no home.

i was angered by your scars,
could name each and every bruise.
i walked inside your chains,
in the darkness of the fog....

yet i found that still small light,
the fire that cannot be quenched.
the book of freedom in your soul....
written in human blood.....

yours, and mine!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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