Eric Cockrell


The Shadow Inside My Shadow - Poem by Eric Cockrell

poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.

poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.

poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.

ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.

poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.


Comments about The Shadow Inside My Shadow by Eric Cockrell

  • Rookie - 340 Points Captain Cur (5/7/2012 2:39:00 PM)

    Yes, poverty strikes very deep. Great poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,776 Points Wahab Abdul (2/26/2012 8:38:00 AM)

    This is a very good poem, i like it and i enjoyed while reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011


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