Who Have
I Become?
Shouting, screaming every night,
Eyes of Demons shine so bright,
In my sleep I fight the fight,
WHO HAVE I BECOME?
Tired eyes and bewildered stares,
Nothing familiar anywhere,
Awful feeling no one cares,
WHO HAVE I BECOME
A touching hand in the dark,
Gentle voice just like a Lark,
My “Angel” Elaine makes her mark,
WHO HAVE I BECOME
All my fears overcome,
Dreams and Demons all but gone,
And at the rising of the sun,
MY LIFE IS NOT YET DONE!!
Norman Mc Namara “Lewy Body`s In Poetry”