Fallen Tree

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 2011
Fallen Tree
Gently laying there like a log in a creeping river
Floating of into limbo as time goes on my eyes feel heavier and heavier
Till the fighting comes they must think I'm asleep
Flung back to the reality that something’s wrong
Great drops of salty water escape from behind my tiring eyes
I can feel myself sobbing quietly as if they could hear me anyway
To busy pointing out everything the other can't to or should be doing
Laying here like a freshly fallen tree, upset and a little angry.