My Poetry. Counting Sheep.

I cannot sleep 
wide awake 
let me go 
For goodness’s sake. 
I toss and turn 
like a restless dog 
the wheels have stopped 
With a broken cog. 
My mind is active
it never stops
like thieves and robbers
Being chased by cops!
Try counting sheep
got to the end
this restless night
it will depend.
Go have a drink
to settle your mind
think of happy things
Try to be kind.
Eventually you fall
into a deep sound sleep
But what time was it?
You did not keep!
Up in the morning
still, dead tired
so to you my dear brain

  you are FIRED.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025