Evening

Sitting at my desk
in the evening, again
waiting for a sign
a light to shine
moving through the
rooms, holding on
to the walls of
time.
Waiting for a sign
a light to lead the
way, freedom
from this dreadful pain.
Sitting at my desk
in the evening, once more.
Looking for a way
to cope, to share, to hope
and learn to dare be brave
another dreary sunny day
sitting in my room again,
its evening, the pain is
here, with me, alone
I feel.
Evening has come.
Evening