Dilemma

He asked me, “Man, what am I supposed to do?”
I told him that I could not answer that.
“You’ve seen her, dude, you’ve know this woman, too;
I don’t think I can stop from where we’re at.”

I had no answers, none. No dim advice
‘Bout who it was he loved and owed his weal;
He said at home, his heart had turned to ice,
And there, no longer, did he really feel.

He left. My counsel he’d not really sought.
I knew the girl, and hoped he would be wise,
And win the sordid battle that he fought
As I had not, when I looked in those eyes

= = = =

(Not a true story. – Owen)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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