the road

life is a road,there is no left,there is no right,there is just a forward, a straight. and as you walk along the road its gets bumpy, it rains, you get tired and cold. headstones block you, and you sit awhile in front of them and grieve, then you stand again, you take one more look and carry on. The good times come, your handed drinks, the sun is shining music is playing your friends roads are intertwined with yours. but you carry on walking. never ever able to step back and rethink a step or a moment, and when you try to, your tormented, because its in your head, your trapped in your own mind, so you curl in a ball on the road and cry. you kick and scream. then you pick youself up, dust yourself down and start walking again. but always, no matter what, above you is a dark cloud, its always there, but the more shit life throws at you the darker it gets until it cant hold on anymore and it rains and rains, your skin is soaked, your bones are wet. You are weighed down by the water, the feelings and emotions. you start to stumble, you trip and hit the floor hard. you lay there, not moving. just accepting you will never be ok. unable to walk on, to run on, to carry on. and then, at the end, there are no bright lights, there is no god. No passed loved ones with open arms. Only your own headstone, finally ending your road.