A collection of short poems.

Wating for a sleep that won’t come

I sing songs
Hold my breath
stop
repeat.
Hold Breath.
Pause.
Snooze.
Counting sheep, like counting spots on the wall
They never seem to end.
Find flight in this mess of a dream
not like nightmares
so easy to stay.
There was never the choice to stay.
I always loose count
stop.
Pause.
It was easier before,
to ignor the buzzing
down the street.
but silence
seems to amplify
what you couldn't,
wouldn't,
didn't want to
hear just hours before.
and this song is on repeat
the chorus
never stopped
and was beautiful.
your face
was beautiful
like the mona
like the lisa
I loose count.
stop.
count.
hold breath.
repeat.