One Voice (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

A whisper in the distance,
From a far off place,
Unknown is the source,
Unknown is the time and place,

A voice in the distance,
Unable to make it out,
Only a few others notice,
The rest go on and walk off,

Screaming with all his might,
Unable to get the words out,
Feeling that all is hopeless,
Feeling that all is lost,

I scream for the world to hear me,
But only one voice am I,
Caught in a crowd of billions,
The whisper in the distance becoming a longing cry.

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