Where did all the hours go?
How was it my time was spent?
I recall the feeling, but
Don’t know where my memories went

Here inside this empty class
Hours passed in silent gloom
Close, but very far away
As though in a distant room

Heart was pounding, words unspoken
Desperate dreams of vague desire;
I was blind – or you were blinding –
My invisible attire

Why is it I can’t recall
Anything but how I felt?
Why do I still feel the bruise
Where once was an angry welt?

Ah, these lights fluorescent humming
Swept me through my dullest days
Sang to sleep my dormant mem’ry
Gifting me

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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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