“The Change”

Lying here, I am filled with a sense of dread,

For night is coming and I feel like the Walking Dead.

Anxiously sweating and thrashing about,

I can’t remember whether I let the cat in or out.

I am astonished by my “foggy” brain,

Remembering even the smallest things seems to be a strain.

I use the restroom several times a night,

As I see a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I catch a fright!

For it looks as though from the crypt I rose,

Or like a haunted creature chock full of woes.

I wake up in the morning haggard and without rest,

Menopause sure does stink,

To that I can attest!

In response to Sadje’s Keep it Alive prompt #4