Creative Writing

3:52 AM

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.

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