insomniac

Why do I care please, let me sleep

I count and count those bloody bouncing sheep

six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred -nine 

The clock ticks on, It's a quarter past five

Sleep but a fancy, food but a toy

I don’t want to feel, I don’t want any joy

Why, Oh God why do I care

please take me far away from here

I just need to slip into a dreamless sleep

Where I can lay in a motionless heap

The pain in my heart has no compare

All I do in the night is lay there and stare......

Author's Note

Rework of an earlier poem...

Reviews

[O!]

hahaha....i loved imagining myself as a motionless 'heap'......LOL

and ty for u for making those sheep for me interesting.....@bouncing.....

i know u were serious...and being an insomniac myself....i understand the poem like no other....
...me gonna go try another shot at sleeping now...

goodnight ;-)

x,
O!

[Patricia Goaga]

Poetry like abstract art often reveals the reader's own personal pain and secret fears. I enjoyed this poem very much, you are very talented. I see in it the ache of heartbreak and I have been there at three AM staring at a computer screen.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well Done Poet Well Done!

[Ama May Cooper]

Im a fellow insomniac and i feel this caputres the feeling of pure torture and turmoil you go thre lieing there not able to realy focus on anythin gbut not able to sleep
well done

[Jemma]

Beautifully written!
I know exactly how this feels. So its easy to relate.
Thanks for sending me a read request so I got a chance to see this.
I would just like to point out that in the first few lines you had a couple of mistakes which i am guessing are from typing to fast. So just have a look over. Other then that I saw nothing wrong with this.
Great write!