Dinner table

Rushed secrets
Over this flustered table.
"Pass the pepper"
"I can't cope".
It's fatigued knots
Wilt with gabbled nothings.
"What you get in the mock?"
"Still I cry".
A stagnant pond of memories
Gulped into these pores.
Long suffored words to bleed out.
"Get us some water will you?"
"I need some escape."
Confused as to what to keep -
The desperate, or the insignificant.
So holds all, and waits
Patiently to be heard.

Hurried laughter
While a heart softly breaks.