Old Poem, Written Age Yesterday

No matter how I try, I can’t

Escape from being me;

I struggle for perspective

And some objectivity


To see the world the way it is,

I ’round the globe am led —

But all the time, I’m trapped within

The confines of

My head

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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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