Medicated Dreams: Gone are the SheepA Poem by D.E. BallThis 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 I prefer a quieter tone To their cacophonous bleating; thank God they’ve been replaced By a little-white tab.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.
© 2013 D.E. BallAuthor's Note
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