Old Poem, Written Age 19

You lay strewn across my mind

All of you, and
You in pieces

And I

I am now crawling

To get the parts
Of your spirit
Still
Stuck under my furniture

You’re a mess
I’m a disaster

And

My knees hurt

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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.

8 thoughts on “Old Poem, Written Age 19”

    1. You have been blessed with a multitude of muses coming and going throughout your life. Lucky, you! 🙂

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  2. You are making me want to rummage through old poems of mine and see what I might have written. Great poem. And I agree with Lori, hauntingly beautiful.

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