can't sleep,
these sheep i'm supposed
to be counting
rather than soothing
are particularly drowning.
overflowing my brain
not willing to drain.
flowing to and fro,
like the waves of the sea.
this sea of sheep
engulfing me.
i'm counting them.
no.
they're counting me.
whatever could this mess be?
not able to sleep?
not counting sheep?
perhaps the thoughts lurking
within me.
can't sleep, can't sleep
why even try counting sheep.
YOU ARE READING
in the mind of
Poetrylittle things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear
