But Here

He spun the wheel a thousand turns,
It always came up red –
And all the words he meant to say
Forever went unsaid

He never got to make mistakes
That some make many times,
For ere he ever reached the court,
He’d suffered for his crimes

But here, he’ll try to understand,
And ask (for he’s no player)
If it’s worth going just once more
To see if someone’s
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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