the problem that you were

Beleaguered Servant1 Comment on the problem that you wereOriginal Poems 
 it was a bit of flummery,
 the problem that you were:
 i dwelt upon you day and night,
 until it did occur

 that i had other avenues:
 and so, my heart, instead
 turned peacefully around in place,
 and simply went

 to bed

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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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