Table (by the view) Poem, by Salem, at My poetic side

I carved my name in the picnic table by the view

I’m hoping to be remembered

For more than my awkward tendencies

But they probably can tell

by the way it’s cut into the wood

How my hands shake when I leave the house

And In every happy picture

My eyes will be heavy

No rest when you’re treading water

Can’t stop or I’ll die

Author: Salem (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: December 16th, 2024 17:45
Comment from author about the poem: I wish to be remembered for what I’m capable of and not just the struggles I’ve faced.
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Table (by the view)