Like Reeds

If nights brought me sleep
My mind might not be melting

If dark brought on rest
I might not self-destruct

If dreams were my friends
I’d close my eyes in wonder

But I, for another night
Will stir like reeds in the wind

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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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