A Sorrow Beyond

When I'm awake, and so is she,
I'll picture her beside the sea,
The gray wind blowing through her hair,
Weighed down with worry, trace, and care --

And know I don't regret the past:
What she gave me, or I gave her,
Just that it wasn't meant to last,
And, at the last, I couldn't

Save her

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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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