John D. Robinson


Love can be found in
the most damned
in the ravaged souls
of those
whose lives have been
taken by poverty and
disease and
in the hell-holes of
addiction, in the
corners and crevices
of the madness of
every day, in the
shadows of sex and
the silhouettes of
regret, in the
hearts of military
conflicts and the
exercise yards of
prisons, in the
hovels of dirty
desperation and
the quietness of
loneliness, in the
voices of protest and
the songs of
in the eyes of the
young, you can see
it, pure and
you can find it
in this poem
and it’s for you.

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