Poem #11

Trying to describe the troubles and torments of light sleep, as well as trying to fall asleep.

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.

Author's Note

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.