Treasure Island

Leigh Ladd

Counting Sheep

Which is worse?
I don't know.
Sleep for twenty-three days
Or be awake for them all?

Afraid to close my eyes,
For the visions might creep,
Into my subconscious,
That is where I'm weak.

Scared to stay awake,
My reality becomes distorted.
I walk around in a haze,
Like a half-life among the corpses.

Day seven is here,
But still no sleep.
Is anyone there?
I need some help, please.

If you want something fun to do,
You can start this way,
Check on me in sixteen more days
And see if I'm still sane.

Submitted: Thursday, December 07, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 04, 2010
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