When and still she hoped for better,
She set out to learn and conquer;
She set out, but soon was set back
Wandering in fields of sorrow
Happiness was just — denied her —
Truths she meant to tell belied her —
When and still she reached for higher
She found solace in desire
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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