Apnoea

A personal experience with a sleep disorder.

Sleep, Oh sleep

You engulf me, control me, hold me, cheat me, deceive me.

I cannot get out from under your grip

The morning escapes me

Like a gentle breeze on a summers day,

It’s gone.

 

I hate myself for it.

For sleeping

For doing this thing that torments me

I have tried everything to escape from its grip

But it holds fast with all of its might.

 

God save me,

God help me,

God bless me.

I suffer so,

I cannot face another night

I need to know it will be different,

But it never is.

 

Rage, Hate, Fear, Depression

All of these words ring true.

The truth is that I am at the end

End of tether,

I can’t take it any longer.

Please God help me to break free

Of this terrible affliction

This is my prayer,

Amen.