Form: Arabian Sonnet in trimeter
I am too tired to dream
My heart to dark to beam
The light of love can seem
Beyond my soul’s esteem
I am too tired to care
If you are here or there
My words no longer share
My thoughts are all but bare
While I lay counting sheep
If I could simply sleep
And into dreams then creep
Into that world so surreal
Where I can rest and heal
So my senses can feel
©JG Farmer 2019
A Garret Poet 