Afterfight

A moment: walking through the grass,
The two of us had argued,
Still dressed for where we should have been,
A tacit, garbled dark mood —

A moment: far and long ago,
Yet strongly it reminds me
That though I dress up to the nines,
Discomfort always

Finds me

Author: Owen "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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