Wasted Chances

Now every mem’ry’s like a sting
To pierce my reddened skin:
Collapse infecting everything
And failure rife within

The things I know I should have done
Lie broken on the floor;
Like toys saved for some day of fun
That’s gone

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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