No More

I will no more these beaches walk 
Perspective given by the size
Of waters greater than my eyes,
Or words I could put into talk.

Instead, behind a peeling door,
I will keep on in altering,
My steps uncertain, faltering,
Imagining the world outside

No more

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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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