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Killing sheep

by Laura Doom

I'm so tired,
tired of feeling tired,
tired of wondering
when exhaustion will next strike
with a devastating burst of lethargy.

Keeps me up at night
worrying about weariness
fretting over fatigue
languishing in lassitude;
poetry without motion.

I try so hard to relax
but the effort drains my energy,
infuses me with lactate.
An exercise in irony?
I can barely raise a smile...

Not long to go now
before I lapse into consciousness,
remission from this recurring dream.
Wiping the sleep from my mind
I fantasize that pigs may fly.

09/15/2004

Posted on 09/15/2004
Copyright © 2021 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/16/04 at 04:38 AM

yes, we all paradoxically try to relax when relaxing is simply giving up all trials and when we do this we just forget to try and wake up from this lethargy and sleep walking state and allow it to take deep roots.So deep that, we start dreaming of a wakeful state.hahaha I do see this never ending conflict, a definite and clear proof of the fact that one is alive despite the battle. Because of the battle.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/04 at 01:27 PM

Very well presented Laura. I also feel this way sometimes, so could strongly relate. Good to read you again; here's to flying pigs. :o)

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/18/04 at 11:58 PM

i agree with gabe, the last line makes the piece. oh yes, kill those damned sheep. KILL THEM.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/20/04 at 06:46 PM

well depicted foray into the darkness of boredom...and well-writen to boot

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/22/04 at 09:25 PM

Falling from these recurrent bouts of sanity is always something to confuse those waking and dreaming times when one can't count on knowing the difference between and the fatigure oozes between your souls like split decisions at the Olympic sleeping competition. This comment is rambling, but the poem is excellent.

Posted by Mara Meade on 09/23/04 at 09:42 PM

HO YEAH! I know this feeling! Very well captured. I hope you'll forgive me for admitting I L'dMAO at the last sentence... for the humour and the truth of that old cliche... What a PERFECT ending. Absolutely PERFECT.

Posted by Rula Shin on 09/23/04 at 11:49 PM

There is so much I like about this piece Laura. The language and imagery of rational contradiction is delicious, “burst of lethargy keeps me up at night…poetry without motion…I try so hard to relax but the effort drains me of energy” – besides which the title and last lines are KILLER. You could not be any wiser in your awareness of this sleepwalking state of unconsciousness, ironically, aware of it in this lethargic state itself haha I must admit the first time I read “killing sheep” my first thought was “silencing the lambs” and in retrospect it’s not so far off is it? The sheep wreak of slumber…scream of sleep…the silence of which manifests in your fantasy “that pigs may fly” – silence the sheep, set the pigs free...that’s what I saw. Incredible poem Laura.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/11/09 at 04:38 PM

well, you managed to raise a smile here... i feel so worn worn worn now a glad worn having hoped to find a poem that matches my mood today

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/11/09 at 04:40 PM

I just now noticed that doom is mood backwards. How have I never noticed this?

Posted by Angela Stevens on 07/15/11 at 08:03 PM

I know this feeling. Love the title.

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