{ alone lake }

HE never dreamed he'd be the last survivor, 
But one-by-one, the others left, or fell; 
The world changed colors, marking new arrival -- 
What some call autumn, but which he calls Hell 

But we don't get to pick most circumstances 
Affecting those around, their ins, their outs -- 
And it gets very hard, keeping perspective 
With no one left to reassure 

Our doubts

(Final official post of Nano Poblano 2022.)

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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.

One thought on “{ alone lake }”

  1. Ahhh. I always think of autumn as such a beautiful time. This felt sad. And a little dark. But still beautiful all the same 🙂

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