and now, the world that i have known
comes crashing down around my head;
and all the things i never did,
and everything i never said

is left to burn into my mind,
to sear into my flesh and bone;
for you are gone, you won’t be back,
and i must face all this

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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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