At the table, they gather 'round, Three troubles seated, no solace found. One wears the face of silent despair, His whispers linger in the stale air. Another, bold, with a fiery gaze, Speaks in riddles of unending space. He shuffles the forks, the knives, the spoons, Turning my feast to shadowed ruins. The third, a … Continue reading Dinner with My Three Troubles