Stealing Now

A winter morning on the gulf. 
The beaches, lately full, are bare; 
He walks along here, worrying, 
Weighed down with coat, and cold, and care, 

And choices made that steal his sleep. 
But stealing now into his mind: 
A love that steals his breath away 
Out there somewhere he cannot find

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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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