ghost village

how the village now sits, alone
that once was full of people;
how she grieves now for her lost

once, she held her shapely head high
a promising girl among grown women –
now a forgotten widow

the tears she cries in the evening
glisten silently on her cheeks
and none who proclaimed love for her reach out a hand

for those once claiming to be friends
they laughed the loudest among those
who cheered her downfall

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Paraphrased from the “Book of Lamentations”

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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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