counting sheep

I can't sleep,
I guess because I lost my sheep
My words dance around my head,
This delight in me ,I seem to dread,
I use my tongue in a dramatic speak,
When my thoughts are at their peak,
Talk among the highest trees,
All that heard were birds and bees,
Or talk among your people themselves,
And have your stories put on the shelves,
None of which do I mind,
If I could leave these words far behind,
Who? you ask would leave such thunder?
A mind in which wonders and wonders,
A blind talent to whom is behind the pen,
Feeling half when it's all within,
Tears I cry for my heart thats pounding,
pounding so fast it fells like drowning,
Do these thoughts ever cease,
When will my soul come to peace,
That I am not of normal kind,
Because my mind it rewinds,
Taking me back to long ago,
When my words had talent to their flow,
Before my war within began,
When I still had myself as a friend,
Now it's time I go to sleep,
This sheperd has semmed to of found my sheep