As Darkness Falls

As darkness falls, so does his heart
For days of sweetness yet to come;
He reaches, in his mind, for part
Of something greater, as the crickets hum

The sun goes down, so do his thoughts,
To lives he’s never led at all.
And feeling still tied up in knots,
He sees the clouds roll up, the summer squall

The touch that he imagines there
Is such that any man might crave;
The storm, the crickets, serve to share
This knowledge:
He is lost
His cave

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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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