I HATE Nights

I HATE nights.

With its pleas for help

And screams of terror

When all the horrors of Lewy

Come crashing through the darkness

Of hell

And screech to a halt

In my home.

I HATE nights,

With all the loneliness

Of hiding in a corner

Of my cold mattress

While the darkness

Teases my inability

To help

My loved one.

I HATE nights

With all its pain

From fear

Of the unknown voices

And chase of the devil

Through the land of Lewy

That haunts

Our lives.

I hate nights

Where there is nothing I can do

And I must watch

The soul of my husband

Get taunted

And pulled and stretched

Past recognition

By Lewy.

I HATE nights

When my prayers seem

Unanswered

And my pleas to God

Can’t be heard

Over the screeches of pain

That burst

Through my home.

I HATE nights

When we must endure

The cruel enjoyment of Lewy

When the clock slowly ticks

Off seconds

And I stare out my window

Begging for dawn

And light for my darkness.

God Uses Our Love to Prove that Life is Good

         Despite the horrors of Lewy, we fight for all the goodness life can bring us through God.