I need a day…

I need a day to empty out my head.
For everybody wants me on their side –
So, all day long, their arguments I’m fed;
I’m with their finest supplications, plied

But somewhere – by a forest lush and green –
There sits a quiet lake in open air;
And deaf to all these arguments, so keen,
I sit and think, I wish
That I was
There

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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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