Repercussions Poem by Dolan Doran

lonely 'tis just a word,
that may be true.
Yet the repercussions of
the mere two syllables are like
that of a pebble being discarded
into a vast pond; hard to see, though
traveling far and wide nonetheless,
rippling into so many lives.
Lonely 'tis just a word;
what dost thou mean by this
hypocrisy? You claim the pen
be mightier then a warriors' honed blade,
yet you lounge here, calmly staking your claim
that Lonely 'tis just a word.
What harm may a single word cause? Silly you, poor creature.
Is my broken heart not enough to show for the destruction
a single word will reap on the soul?