A Living Place

The world was once alive to me,
Its beauty and its pow’r;
In bits of random scenery:
In lake, and dock, and flow’r

My world was once a living place,
Ere I became so jaded —
For I gave in to blindness, well
Before my light
Had faded

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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