Loneliness - Poem by Stan Petrovich
A voice without a body,
I am wandering through the avenues,
Seeking shelter from the harm.
Negativity begets change
Productively, for good or evil,
But, beyond that, I respond
To the dales of grief
Of the downtrodden.
And calling out as their voice-
But no one hears a voice without
A body of evidence.
No proof, just conjecture.
I do maintain this effrontery
Against the mass of greed and hate out there.
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