Medicated Dreams: Gone are the Sheep

This poem came about because I recently started taking sleep meds to help with my insomnia.

Medicated Dreams:  Gone are the Sheep

 

 

This drug-induced sleep,

Culls from my subconscious, pent,

Releasing most befuddling and uninspired dreams. 

I have no use for sheep

Which have long since leapt my brain's electrified fence.

 

I can’t say if they're off to roam. 

I don’t know if they can be traced.

Are they lost somewhere in my dreamscape?  Is it wrong

That I don’t care?  I prefer a quieter tone

To their cacophonous bleating; thank God they’ve been replaced

 

By a little-white tab.

Taken right before bed.

Insomnia melts into blankets of blackness; though my dreams are a drab

Empty canvas, an artist’s un-carved marble slab,

An empty picture frame, a place that no pleasant dreams can be bred,

 

I can't say that I'll miss the sheep

And their God-awful bleats.

 

Author's Note

I don't really know what to make of this poem. Tell me what you think. As always, comment, review, or just tell me what you like and dislike.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Sleep is a beautiful thing so I say better living through chemistry.

[D.E. Ball]

I'd really prefer to sleep without the sleep meds, but they help.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

An excellent write @ insomnia. I enjoyed reading, "I have no use for sheep which have long since leapt my brain's electrified fence" Well done.

[D.E. Ball]

Thanks for your comment!

[Will Neill]

I actually liked this poem, I too suffer from insomnia and find my self up at my P.C until morning when I am working on a story-so I do relate to this.

Nice work.

Will

[D.E. Ball]

Thank you for the review! Being an insomniac is great for the writing process, as it provides ample alone time, but it's inconvenient when you have to be up early for work.