It
descends upon me each evening
As the grey mist descends upon the earth
Covering everything it touches with shadows
That are black and twisted and leave in its wake nothing that
resembles
what it was.
In the dark I am no longer myself.
My life and form change and I become
Wretched with pain
Twisted in mind and body.
Tormented to the depths of my soul
I cry out in silence lest I wake those in
slumber.
Sweet dreams elude me and I moan and
beg for mercy.
Mercy is not mine nor former life for which I long.
What distant sin that I can no longer call to mind must I pay so
dearly
for this night.
I beg forgiveness but the silence of the night is
loud.
As the light of dawn
creeps across the horizon
And comes slithering into my room
It brings with it sweet drugged relief
And rest
Til once again it descends upon
me.........
By Phyllis L. Cox
A PN Sufferer
Copyright ©2000, Phyllis
L. Cox
rpcox60@home.com
(Note: A beautiful work. Anyone with
PN or spouse or close friend will relate totally with this
poem).
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