AIMING FOR THE MOON

Oh my God please no more,

I want to close my Dementia door,

Every night, without fail,

The demon comes with all his ails,

Night terrors, hallucinations, every night,

Such violent scenes in every fight,

Never knowing how long they last,

Dementia demons dye is cast,

Every night i go to bed,

With frightening thoughts within my head,

What comes tonight? what will I see?

What evil will befall of me,

Within minutes of closing my eyes,

I can hear the frightful cries,

Then they come, the scenes of hate,

The violence and horror they all create,

Never-ending all night long,

Longing to hear the dawns pure song,

As I awake in mornings light,

Sweating, shaking, and all from fright,

Knowing when it goes dark again,

The same will happen, as the nights begin,

This is dementia, the Lewy body type,

Yes, you can believe all the hype,

As I live this every day, 

In my heart, I hope and pray,

A cure will come, sometime soon, 

But I know i`m aiming for the moon,

But aim i will, with all my might,

As I continue my dementia fight

Norrms 31/ July / 2020 diagnosed with dementia, very tired but still fighting it