The Lost Trail

The trails of memory go dark: 
Nobody knows, or could, who lives -- 
For death takes things beyond this earth, 
And we can only walk in our own ways. 

And yet, we come upon the signs: 
A pathway overgrown and lost, 
And stories, thoughts, and pains unknown 
Through other eyes, in other, vanished days.

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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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