City Gym at Night

We seek approval constantly
In everything we do:
We craft our image carefully
In hopes it will come true

We stare at phones, at windowpanes,
And sometimes, our reflections,
For every life’s a walk towards death
In search of

Resurrections

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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