Edward Mccall Poet Free verse

Table of Contentment

My mind is stressed, my nerves are frayed and it seems that
life is full of bad days.

I come home tired worn out and torn. I sit at my table with my head
in my hands and slowly drift off to a quiet peaceful land.

A place where rage gives way to peace.

I dream of blue skies and green rolling hills no crime no wars no one kills.

my mind drifts softly to places I've never went and my dreams fade
slowly one into the next. No one to hate, no one to resent, as I sit here 
sleeping at my table of contentment

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Poet Destroyer A July 23, 2016 at 8:44 PM Edward, well done. LINDA Edward Mccall July 25, 2016 at 10:17 AM Linda thank you for taking time to read my poem. I'm glad you liked it. I've read some of your work and I thing it's really well written. as time permits I will be enjoying more of your poems please keep writing. Edward.

Monika Martyn July 21, 2016 at 11:18 AM I know this place you dream of. Sometimes I go there too. We have the blue sky and rolling hills let us work toward the others on your list. We can do it. Edward Mccall July 25, 2016 at 10:20 AM Thank you Monika for your comment I would love to achieve the others on my list. perhaps some day we will.