The Night Shift (Sundowning)

Everything changes at sundown.

Some trigger,

     Some toggle,

          Some shivering switch is thrown.

Up becomes down,

In turns to out,

A blood-thunder chill that goes

Straight to the bone.

 

Not sure the reason, but then

No one knows why

A brain-numbing chaos

Holds hands with the dark,

Or what raises fear to

A whole other level.

Escaping the jaws of

The great phantom shark.

 

I only can soothe and assure and

Assuage any angst

That may torment

A befuddled brow.

Pray for the morning,

For clarity’s purchase, and

The strength to get through this…

Somehow.