by Evan Greer Wilson
I’m so sick and tired
Of not being able to sleep.
Like a shepherd too weary
And worn out to weep
I’ve lost count how many times
I’ve laid counting lost sheep.
A slow sleepy feeling
Soft and slowly did creep
But it must be scared of the dark
Because at night it won’t keep.
I guess that hill up to Dreamville
Is too tall and too steep
Because here once again tonight
I still can’t fall asleep.
White Noise Zine 