Poem: The Car of Loneliness

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The Car of Loneliness
by Marsha Marie 

I am a car 
Traveled the roads of misery
Longing for change

My wheels turn with every tear
My motor hums on dread
Yearning to hear laughter

Oh, Deafen my ears!
I can take no more
Crying, crying, crying

But wait, she comes
and not alone
a warm hand reaches out 
Smiles abound
Blessings appear 

A soft delicate whisper
I love you
I hear

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