Red Sunrise

heart broken,
pieces left lying
and damaged

the morning keeps on;
not caring
that she is gone now

meanwhile more:
the infection spreads
to the soul

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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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