The clouds have gathered overhead
My demons all assemble
Reflecting on the man I was
Who now I don't resemble
I hide my pain behind a smile
But why am I pretending
I've read this book a thousand times
There is no happy ending

Racked with pain each days the same
The joys of life forgotten
Falling down amidst the crowd
My very soul downtrodden
Yet still I laugh or tell a joke
I make my eyes tell lies
They do not care of the load you bear
Or a man that secretly cries

They cannot cure they just subdue
With therapy and sedation
You stand by a deserted railroad track
On an empty derelict station
You know the train will never come
Yet you search for its arrival
With the office closed you cannot buy
A ticket for your survival.
                     Trevor Reynolds 2019