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