counting sheep.

counting sheep. a poem by sandra.some nights
like tonight
sleep hides from me
I look everywhere
but it becomes
the ultimate game
of hide and seek
all the sheep
leap the fence
one two three
but even they
do not help me
find my lost sleep

some nights
like tonight
I find you inside
at last
peace is mine
I close my eyes
and one…
.                    r
.                         e
.                             e



About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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18 Responses to counting sheep.

  1. The V-Pub says:

    Such a wonderful moment…when sleep finally takes over. Such a serene poem, Sandra.

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  2. A great description of the moments when sleep takes over. I enjoyed reading this.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Absolutely beautiful, my Dear. I am so sorry I have been absent. I promise we will get that drink very soon. I’m looking so forward to it. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. mahekmithare says:

    Amazingggggg blog. I love the way you write. U might just wanna read mine if possible💕💕


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