Counting Sheep

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
What it's like to try to sleep during depression or after a traumatic event.

Submitted: October 12, 2019

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Counting Sheep

I'm alone in the night and I know the demons will come.

They love the dark and the lonliness, stay out of the sun.

They invade my mind, so I cannot sleep.

I close my eyes tight and count the sheep.

I try as hard as I can not to let them in.

They are full of hate, ugliness and sin.

Is there no place that I can hide.

Into the abyss, I will slide.

I close my eyes tight and count the sheep.

I'm still alive but live the life of the damned,

the memories and hurt bottled up like sand.

My heart hurts, will I ever be free,

of the demons that live inside of me?

I close my eyes tight and count the sheep.

When morning comes, the demons are gone.

The sun comes out and a new day has dawned.

Where do the sheep go when the night is done?

Resting in my head until the setting of the sun.

 

 


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