Inward

Wasted down in darkness
Nobody is knowing
How the heart is heavy
Shuns the part of showing

In the instants inward
Terrors took and tasted
Haunting hateful hoping
Wanting what’s been wasted

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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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