At the end of the pier…

At the end of the pier, 
The railing stops.
There you can look,
Or jump, or turn;
There’s always just
Those options, though
It’s taken me
Some time to learn

That leaping forward,
Going back,
Or dawdling
Is all there is:
At the end of the pier
Is where I am:
And it’s your basic
Three choice


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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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