The Lonely Path

Once again, I'm wondering through the deepest part of my mind, walking aimlessly through the 

memories of forgotten days.

I look around me, seeing faces of yesteryear as they disappear whenever I try to touch them; gone 

from me in an instant, like everything else in my life.

The mental road of my mind is growing thick in fog, shadowing where I have been, and clouding where

I am going. 

Its been a long road, a long life in a very short time. Its has had its up and its downs, but this path was

not meant for many to follow. 

It takes strong courage and great feats of strength to stay on the mental road, even when you don't 

have a helping hand to pick you up when you stumble in turn.

This path, this mental horror that has befallen me, has its sick pleasure from it bringing back to mind the 

But still, I must walk, putting one foot in front of the other, slowly but surely moving forward. Forever 

walking down the lonely path.