semblance

i had some semblance, it wasn’t much of one –
just a tiny semblance, often
made fun of by the other semblances

people would confuse me for someone else;
i insisted i had a small semblance, at best

like my last vestige of sanity,
my slightest inkling what you’re talking about, and
my miniscule odds of recovery,
my semblance soldiers on,
wearing its meagreness as a badge of honor

in no small measure

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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