Flock Of Dead Sheep Poem by Mike poet

Flock of dead sheep

There's a flock of dead sheep
still where they lay.
Easy to count em
I'll get sleepy that way.

I see ones a lying
Mirth's facially expressed
I think I envy him
he smiled right into death.

I see another could be his brother
cause they all look he same.
Though I've heard that some Sheppard's
can correctly call them by name.

Counting the Sheep would be easy,
it's these faces of death that's hard
to go to sleep counting dead sheep
with philosophies of a Bard.

Each does show emotions sewed
the final look while they are dying
The overview of their life
from the eye within their mind

I wonder what I will think
life flashing in front of my eyes.
Success or failure on deaths brink,
resulting self analyze.


I will now post some dark stuff