Mist Across the Room

There's mist across the room, 
And I can see you lost: 
Miasma of regret, 
And gray depression's frost -- 

I love you, but I know 
(I hate that it's this way)
I cannot ease your pain, 
Nor make it 

Go away

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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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