Strange Dinner
I sit at the table dark with glee
it's about the time 5 to 3.
Glancing at the plate full of food
nothing looks good not fitting the mood.
Looking to the people who surround me
all of these faces look like stangers but...he.
Once his face was known but not now
I don't understand the faces not never, but how?
How could these faces be black silouttes
of those I knew now, I regreat.
They chatter away as free as can be
feeling bound to my chair to suffer in my misery.
Maybe the fact is these faces are real
I... the stranger at this meal.
4/5/06
