Talking to me?
You scream in anger
In a cold empty street
I pass by only
To be disturbed
So I ask what is
Your problem
Only to be ignored
Or maybe yelled at
The streets aren’t the
Place for displaced anger
Feelings should be
Expressed
But those found to be
A nuisance
Discreetly; sounds of
Violence, sadness
Are those told
To ones who care
Not to be yelled
On my night stroll
poem by Ronald Speight
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