Poem #11

Poem #11

A Poem by Matthew MacDonald
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Trying to describe the troubles and torments of light sleep, as well as trying to fall asleep.

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Here I lay me, for restless sleep
curtains drawn, along with the smooth afternoon overcast.
Gloss and film, from smoke injected eyes:
a hazy description of counting and creating sheep.
O' what a restless sleep I have found
on oceans of sheets tonight,
where thoughts come, one at a time
filtered, by the starry nights slow burning cigar,
Another toke would open sheep filled restraints,
and I have surely imagined wolves
out in the persistent prairies of my night machine.

© 2014 Matthew MacDonald


Author's Note

Matthew MacDonald
I haven't named the poem yet, because I plan on adding more but, I need direction. Any helpful comments or advice would be most appreciated. Thanks.

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Added on February 27, 2014
Last Updated on February 27, 2014
Tags: sleep, bed, sheep, smoke, eyes, wolves, sheets

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Matthew MacDonald
Matthew MacDonald

Hersey, MI



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