It's Real Poem by Shelley L Baxter
It's Real
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)
A little sadness ringing out here Shelley, sadness that we have to take valuable time and spend it so negativly. I agree with the give and take concept, however who will go fist. The wise one of course, hope this is soon to be resolved and work it's way back to harmony. Another excellent poem Shelley.--Melvina--
That's the unfortunate thing about arguments...they have a nasty way, of causing all kinds of turmoil! ! I hope you and yours have straightened this out...maybe a little compensation...give and take...might work? Hugs, Dee
Shelley, an outstanding poem here. That last stanza said it all and summed up the poem beautifully. So many times in the heat of the moment we say things that we regret and are sorry we said them. And with all arguments someone always feeling the pain. Brilliant write. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:38:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very well written and i can relate a lot to some parts, very good poem!