I believe some things are meant to leave you far behind
Lost in lonely regions, deep within your mind
What becomes of you or me is found within the storm
Questions with no answer, that have now become the norm

Depression rips and tears at you, to leave a troubled heart
At times you sit and wonder, how did nothing get it’s start
People seem as strangers though you see them everyday
Time has seen that happiness, or dream of it decay

At times you smile, but deep inside the smile is just a mask
A way to keep the peering eyes that follow, off their task
To live in isolation, surrounded by the crowd
Thoughts that fill your mind, very few you say out loud

Night time races in again, to leave you to yourself
The drugs are taken as prescribed, most times with little help
You leave the fires burning, seek comfort from the light
The silence sings too loudly, with darkness much too bright

But morning brings the bitter rain of tears and lost regret
Time shall heal all wounds they say, I haven’t got there yet
So until then I suppose I’ll do what I can do
The years ahead seem close at hand, but that is nothing new

Time is closing in on me, I’ve known it for some time
The future watches, waiting for the day set forth as mine
And when the day arrives for me, I’ll see the wasted years
Remembering the days of pain,
within the time of tears...

Dean Evans
3-10-14