A Loyalty Needed

Poem

Where I look for a friend,

There are none to give voice to,

None to jeel with,

However,

To have a bone with is,

What a friend that gives loyalty.

A joy where it becomes a favorite,

Life, that has little joy,

Would it be a friend or an echo,

A receiver or deceiver,

Both, a friend and foe,

Where would not be minded to discern,

To have a sliver of truth,

Where the ground has to set.

For what mind do I have,

Or what unkindly hand I held with,

To what corner or what person

That gives a life, a loyalty that stands —

To a devastation that is cruel,

However, belongs to me.

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