stop sign... <br />right in front of your heart. <br />blood red, <br />letters in black. <br />scars heal slowly, <br />sometimes it takes lifetimes. <br />even the morning sun <br />takes a while to melt the frost. <br />we are what we risk, <br />or nothing at all. <br />wrapped up inside the shell, <br />only echoes can touch. <br />pilgrim waiting, <br />for the traffic to clear. <br />stop sign, <br />that only you can remove!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-sign-2/
