As the sky turns to grey, the day’s near night The sun’s on the horizon, just out of sight Scattering creatures, hurrying around Gathering their family to their home in the ground In the air is the aura of dinner just cooked Drifting under noses of people on foot Flooded with noise coz dinners all done The kids argue bedtime with a smack on the bum Peaceful at last as you sink into the chair Turn on the telly and let down your hair It’s your time now to jump into bed Snuggle into pillow and rest your head Let the worry of the day drift out of your mind Let your body relax, you could feel so DEVINE But your eyes start to twitch, try to keep them closed tight Your mind starts to race, try not to loose sight Turn on your back, you can count sheep As many as you can and fall fast asleep But the sheep did turn yellow and some wore red suits Some had moustaches and others wore boots My eyes were a racing under their lids Trying to keep up with the hundreds of sheep Your head hits the pillow with a thundering pound Frustration builds up, those sheep made no sound You toss with a fury like the South Pacific Sea Your pillow as the battle ground to take anger out on thee You throw yourself up in the dark to a sit Eyes sore and puffy face like a pit Dark turns to light as you turn on the lamp Pick up a book and give it a glance Read it for longer, turn over the page I think this is working, your eyes are a daze Eyes still heavy and your mind is at rest Turn off the lamp and give it your best Written by Lauralee King © 14 June 2001
Reason for writing:
I just cannot get to sleep at night, so one of those wakeful nights I wrote this poem, because my sheep that I count really play games in my mind.
Birth sign: Virgo
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