it was…

romantic retinopathy 
the shallowest of ills;
it preys upon lonely and
the feeblest of wills

it was right there for him to take,
a tantalizing prize;
but it was just a fantasy,
light spilled across 

the eyes

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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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