Wind, Sun, and Summer

O wind who knew me when: 
Touch my face one more, remind me,
Who I am again —

Somebody has to know —
Maybe it’s me.

O sun who burns my eyes:
Tell me the pain was worth it,
Tell me
All your sunny lies —
I need to hear them

Some days we need the truth, but
Not today.

For I need comfort:
Dressed in pillows,
Scented with jasmine —
I need a refuge,
Somewhere nobody knows
My name —

O Summer, come again and bring
Me feelings —
For I can’t feel a thing, except

Fatigue

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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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