renewable

anger feels renewable 
sadness limitless
hope seems like the ocean floor
distant fathomless

everything that is is wrong
only dreams feel right
and days are only faced because
they lead into

the night

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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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