Way of life

Darkness clouds my mind bringing thoughts of past time blowing like a cool breeze the tides of the wind moving like ocean waves coming and going isn't the way of life. Memories  of them are all I have now I hear there  laughter there voices as I close my eyes  I see them standing before  me slowly  vanishing as the noise  gets louder  fast pass all ways moving never enough time to stop and listen I miss them. Where has the joy gone I tried I did to help the only one i ever truly  loved but the addiction has a hold they can't break free the pain it has caused  I take a step back excusing myself  from the madness growing  quite  I ghost I feel awful but I have no choice  .I look at the three angels in my life they bring me peace  give me a purpose  to breath to live to lead .the tides of the wind flowing moving like the ocean pepole coming and going nothing stays the same isn't the way of life.