Post Hock

This day, the ring she had to pawn
He gave her on their wedding day;
The last and final piece was gone,
Of love not meant to fade away

And she in blindness feels the pain
That she’s to blame for what she’s lost;
And hears a whisper in the rain
“With life comes death,
With love
Comes cost.”

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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.

6 thoughts on “Post Hock”

  1. Wow.. you covered a life in so few lines so believably, I sincerely hope this is not a true story!

      1. I’m sorry to hear that.. I had to wonder, as it toggled memories of my own (first) marital dream’s demise. But what a poet you are! Bravo!

  2. I felt her pain. You are so eloquent… I can’t stop reading you. Just hit the Follow button a while ago… bookmarked!

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