One thousand sheep
And still I can't sleep
A peaceful slumber eludes me
Perhaps it's a dream
That I yearn for and seek
That keeps me awake and wondering
A dream of the past
Of love that won't last
And bear the burden of time
But the truth nightly told
In ways, oh so cold
Torment my subconscious mind
To dream? I hope so
But pray I not know
The content when I awake
For the pain I will bear
To know, she not care
Shall renew my old heartache
it is awful when you can't sleep, and the sheep are not helping. Nicely penned......
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I would like to translate this poem
awh sooooooooo sad yeh counting sheep they say-- but for me, nothing helps no matter how much I count them --then I realise it was that culprit 'coffee' that cuppa I had with you lol! ! ! ! ! ! lovely poem -10 anjali