He needs more rest.

This poem is about a close friend of mine and a short summary of what he has been going through lately I wrote it for him and he gave me permission to share it online so I hope you enjoy. :)

His past few days have been ash grey. 

His nights have been alright.

 He likes to leap into a world where he counts sheep in order to sleep.

 There will always be that border in order in order to rest so he can feel his best.

 But even at his best he feels stressed he.

Feels like he can never get enough rest.

 It feels like he's always on a quest with his heart been compressed by all the stress and feeling of lack of success.

Author's Note

Hey all :) there's not much to say about this poem its a bit longer than my other poems, originally I wrote it for a friend who gave me permission to share anonymously online.
feel free to share your opinions about it. xxxx -Sarah

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Forgive me sarahsara, I have been playing with the layout of your words to make them easier on the eye of the reader. Just a suggestion which you may or may not want to consider and a minor edit.

His past few days, ash grey.
His nights have been OK.
He likes to leap into a world
where he counts sheep
in order to sleep.

There will always be that border
In order, in order to rest,
so he feels his best

And so on

Hope you find this helpful.

Chris

[sarahsara]

Thank you so much for telling me,you are right I will adjust it :) Much love Sarah xx

[Chris Shaw]

I hope it helps x