People say and do silly things,
When emotion fly around a room blindly,
Causing a path of destruction.
Crumbled walls left in the wake.
When morning comes and last night becomes nothing more than blur,
The evidence is all but to be gathered.
Tear streaked pillow,
That vacant space by my side.
Such silly things,
I feel the rain drops flood my heart.
A shadow of my former self under my cloud,
Unable to form a sentence,
Silly thoughts that won’t wash away.
Re-running last night events in my head,
Like a badly re-run show,
Knowing it’s all too late to change the channel
Joseph Tanner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silly-things-2/
