At Table Poem by Steve Howard

At Table



I sit alone at table,
at a place self pity has set.
To gnaw old dry and dusty thoughts,
that taste much of regret.
I sit alone at table,
at a place self pity has set.
Trying hard to remember,
all the things I want to forget.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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