Where I Walk

Where I walk, the day descends
On my senses, in a blur;
Conflict, conflict never ends –
I know not what this portends
For I’m never sure

Where I walk, it chases me,
Whether I go fast or slow;
Strife and trouble, constantly,
Where they’ll be next, I can’t see —
I just never

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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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