{ sought the storm }

so many days I sought the storm, 
so many nights awaited
the lightning flash and thunder crash
for which I had been fated

for half a lifetime, sure I’d find
the power for my missions;
so many years excitement felt,
but always in the distance

and now I’m old, the storm has come,
and I feel lost and hurt
that what I thought would be a meal
was meant to be dessert

so many days I sought the storm,
but now has come the hour
to realize how vain it’s been
to worship only


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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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