in the window…

 in the window, presents sitting,
 out the window, snow is falling,
 everything is wrong though, somehow,
 somewhere else is calling, calling

 why is it we stumble, badly,
 why do we fall down these wells?
 why are holidays so broken
 even trapped within

 these cells

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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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