Thursday, December 3, 2015

Quiet Tables


Quiet Tables

By: Rodolfo Perez


I sit alone.

Alone at a quiet table, against my will.

There is always a sign telling me there should be no talking,

But that is hardly ever the case.

I keep my life filled with people who find themselves


But every once in a while there is a case like the one I am partaking in at this moment.

The quiet air swells, and leaves me struggling

To breathe




Over and over and over.

My mind begins to wander.

I think of idiotic plans.

Plans to win over the people I struggle to keep close in my life,

But with every thought and inconsiderate word

I drift.



Into the empty space in my head

Only to blanket myself,

In the false confidence, and fatty compartments,

That are my hopes for a normal life.


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