Shelley L Baxter
It's Real - Poem by Shelley L Baxter
Sleep eludes me.
Sanity escapes me.
And time is not healing
visions of panic.
and peace doen not cover
the words said.
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-
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