Fantasy and Unreality

she longs to be, well, somewhere else, 
you long to be with her; 
there is the world we don't accept, 
and that which we prefer -- 

you're fake, you know, and all-day-through, 
you feign your fealty: 
the harmless fantasy becomes 
pale unreality, 

and this is how the game is played: 
you melt into pretend 
until there is no 'you' to play 
and no real lasting 

friend

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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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