Deep Sleep

Can’t sleep, hoping I can go back to dreaming of the birds, and the bees.

Hell, I wouldn’t even mind just sitting underneath a shadowy tree,

Smelling the wind, which will soothe me with the breeze.

Sniff some flowers, perhaps will even make me recount once when I sneezed.

Walking around, I always feel so free, perhaps this is the feeling of being so glee.

Maybe I should just go back to counting some sheep,

Picturing a place, where I only hop, no more than leap.

I want to write something happy and gay, where I’m only eating some peeps.

No more sadness, and grief, this time, I want to go for something worth trying to keep.

I just need to watch out, my heart is pouring, hearts starting to steep, hell I’ll be honest, it’s starting to stink.

It’s almost time to replace it, with something new, and pristine,

Or like most, I’ll keep, and make the best of this thing.

I know it’s been damaged, from years of never being mean,

Acting in my own good will, so I could have seen the forest for the rains, and have be released from this weed, and finally been freed.

Reviews

[Sapphus]

I wish I could live in a garden. I like your leaning towards nature. Nice poem concept.

[ETERNITY]

Hi. I won't try to figure out the poem. I'll just say it's arousing and very interesting. I hope your heart is fine. Never being mean, I think, is good for your heart. The weed? It depends.
You are a very intriguing poet.
Puzzling, in the least. I like your style.
I think you're a nice person.