My Table is Bare Grief is such a lonely place An unchartered wilderness, journeyed alone Unsharable, isolating Far from familiar ground No one knows the despair Not even I, I guess For it comes in waves and ripples When I least expect Bringing endless tears And pain of strangulation Overwhelming me at times ‘til I lose all sensation. Some people come close With words of comfort and a smile Their sympathy and kindness Form a blanket, for a while It all fades though when I shut the door Hoping to find you there But things are just as I left them My table is bare.
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