On The Shallows

I can no longer feel the world
Except in bits and stabs of pain
And rote acquired sympathy
That’s true enough-ish, in the main,

And yet, I reach for something else,
In tireless affinity —
A human in non-being who
Remains in your

Vicinity

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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