16 shadows – self-reproach

we stood beside the foggy sea
and held back what we meant to say;
we thought with this eternity
there'd come another, fairer day

but shadows creep like evening mist
and cover children, women, men;
we had a chance to face the truth,
but then I never saw her face


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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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