Through Windows – 2

Faceless life, 
Staring back, uncaring: 
Cold-slowed, and long-bored, 
He twisted inward and out, 
Motion without real movement. 
He had once believed 
As few ever could 
In the heart. 

Mind checked out: 
Emotions turning, 
Like snow in the night 
Whose results are only seen 
When enough light comes streaming 
Through the vacant clouds 
That hide hope and skies 
Far too high 

For dreamers 
Who have transitioned 
To mockers

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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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