Sleep

Not my best, but just experimenting.

 

Counting sheep

To get to sleep

As my soul

Tries to weep

Is not the way

To end this day

When I cannot

Stop what they say.

 

When they speak

It makes me weak

And then this life

Just seems so bleak.

The fading light

Falls into night

And I try to think

Of what is right.

 

And through it all,

I feel so small

As through the dark

I start to fall.

My salty tears

Drown my fears

As in my mind

Your face appears.

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

I love how fast-paced this is & how the rhyme isn't forced anywhere. Everything seems perfect, especially the last stanza & last line. Great job. (:

[Brandon]

Nicely done. Flowed very nicely.

[Andromeda]

i like this experimenting. experimenting is fun and good. unless it is experimenting w/ drugs. that is not fun and good.
but seriously, this poem has good rhythm and a great rhyme scheme, kinda like a more emo dr. seuss.