Guitar, playing

Sing the soundboard of my heart, 
Heal with harmony desire; 
Send me sadness over wire, 
Let these late-born thoughts depart. 

Play alone, along, around, 
Form these feelings into chords -- 
Give in stillness the rewards 
Of a life turned into 


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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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