The lonely table

There once was this table 

He had a family 

And a home 

Even if they weren't the nicest 

The table felt alone 

Alone because his family where people 

Alone because he couldn’t talk but only think 

The table was never used 

Just in the corner of the room 

Waiting for the dust to occur

But why was he really alone 

He has stickers and scratches on him 

His only friends where the chairs 

The chairs that waited to be sat in 

The chairs that couldn't even stand 

So was he alone because he was a table 

Or was it because of the people who owned him 

To this day that alone table would never know 

Just to wait for his next torturing family

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the logic of the poem dear Savannah. A lonely table, near and forgotten. People can be treated the same. The poem gave something for the reader to ponder. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Savannah Gossett]

With this poem it's kind of funny because I asked my sister to give me a random topic to write about and she said table and this idea quickly popped in my head. Thank you Coyote for the support!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well dear Savannah. Gave meaning to the words and you are welcome.