The Road

There is a place not far from here, anywhere, everywhere, somewhere, and nowhere which has a very dark road.
This place is a very lonely place, and the road that exists in that horrible place is one of pain and suffering.
This dark road is littered with the shards of broken promises, shattered dreams and dashed hopes.
The road is paved with the tears of those that travel its expanse.
On that road walks a man. A man who is alive but really dead, while his back is ramrod
straight his spirit is bent and misshapened.
Outwardly he looks happy but in reality he is pathetically sad.
He is or was a good man.
This man is besieged by demons or maybe himself.
Demons harass, nibble and mark this man with their claws, he is bloodied, but he trudges slowly forward.
This man's journey started off innocently enough, but its course and purpose have changed during the years.
The road has taken him through many valleys. Some were beautiful while others were barren, desolate, and ugly, just like his soul.
The man delingently walks the road like a robot. He cannot help himself. He is being pushed by the demons that heckle and beguile him.
The man looks ahead and sees that his journey is almost at an end.
The road abruptly ends onto a precipice.
He approaches the end of the road and looks over its edge. It is very high.
The wind whips up from the bottom of the precipice and along with it; it brings the sad wailing sounds of hopelessness and abandonment.
It is an erie siren song that is heard by all, ignored by many, and danced to by the few.
It is but a butterfly's whisper on the ears.
The man stands on the edge and  knows that all he needs to do now is take one more step.
Just ..one ..more..little..step.