The FEAR of what's to come......
Sitting there, so tired, so sleepy, yet fighting it every inch. Eyes closing, lids so heavy then JUMP!! trying to snap out of it, trying to stay awake, don't want to go to sleep, much-needed sleep once loved sleep once a very happy place, but not now.
Sleep is a place I dread, the land of sleep I used to yearn to visit is now a place Barron of happy emotions and memories, but in its place is a place of terror, unease, horror, sweats, tears and shaking to the bone. The things I see now in the land of slumber are no longer scenes of my incredibly beautiful children, skipping and laughing, but a place that can become murderous in the blink of an eye, I see things I would never want anybody walking this earth to see. Still, i fight to avoid sleep, my head turns from side to side, my mind is now playing tricks on me as i can hear screams coming from somewhere and yet here i am, surrounded by my loved ones and they hear nothing.
Then it comes, the arms of sleep that used to comfort me so much now grab at me and pull me down into an abyss of unspeakable horror which takes me down and own into a land of dread and fear, fearful of what lies ahead, and as my eyes close, my only wish is i survive it, and wake with little memory of it,
BUT NOT ALWAYS
Norrms (Diagnosed with Lewy Boys dementia )
Sitting there, so tired, so sleepy, yet fighting it every inch. Eyes closing, lids so heavy then JUMP!! trying to snap out of it, trying to stay awake, don't want to go to sleep, much-needed sleep once loved sleep once a very happy place, but not now.
Sleep is a place I dread, the land of sleep I used to yearn to visit is now a place Barron of happy emotions and memories, but in its place is a place of terror, unease, horror, sweats, tears and shaking to the bone. The things I see now in the land of slumber are no longer scenes of my incredibly beautiful children, skipping and laughing, but a place that can become murderous in the blink of an eye, I see things I would never want anybody walking this earth to see. Still, i fight to avoid sleep, my head turns from side to side, my mind is now playing tricks on me as i can hear screams coming from somewhere and yet here i am, surrounded by my loved ones and they hear nothing.
Then it comes, the arms of sleep that used to comfort me so much now grab at me and pull me down into an abyss of unspeakable horror which takes me down and own into a land of dread and fear, fearful of what lies ahead, and as my eyes close, my only wish is i survive it, and wake with little memory of it,
BUT NOT ALWAYS
Norrms (Diagnosed with Lewy Boys dementia )