capital letters capital letters drawn on bricks of no-power now empty words seen through bright-spring-eyes wondering To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by 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. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant