Alive Right Now Poem by Eric Cockrell

Have been trying to comment on this for twenty minutes. There is a lot of truth here; not the least of which- some of us are dead men walking; it's not that we're going to die- everybody has to die- it's that we're already dead sometimes and think we are living when we're just lying in an open grave we've dug ourselves, afraid to change, afraid to break out..me as much as anybody..lets give a hand up to our brother, help him out of his rut, his new grave he's digging, let's be less fixed in our ideas..reading poetry is the first step to this, I feel- especially Eric's poetry and some others- read poetry often, it seems to be the only cure!