Sleep eludes me.
Sanity escapes me.
And time is not healing
our wounds.
Worried thoughts,
visions of panic.
and peace doen not cover
the words said.
Confusion dances,
insincerity rings,
and life cannot conceal
all actions and circumstance.
I'm sad I said what I said,
mad that stubborness rings shrill!
In my heart of hearts,
even though I am sorry...
this arguement is very painful-
Its Real!
(September 2005)
Shelley L Baxter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-real-2/
