the different path

Gone , wandering paths unknown, alone, confused and scared.
Blind, as there is no light, and lost as one can truly be.
Location is unknown, only sense of feeling  now, yet nothing to feel.
A corridor, to be assumed, but for certain is not known.
Darkness surrounds all,the outside he cannot see. only darkness
  truly, he is defenseless, weak, and small.
Not chosen by him, thrown in, abused, cast aside, forgotten.
The man is sour, bitter from the torment, neglect and shame,
but no choice has he, this was not destiny, but a force of hate.
hate, a force within his realm so great, and powerful, and destructive.
twisted lives, and broken dreams are all his memory.
And not  a glimmer of hope, lies within, only despair.
Destroyed, his life from the start, a burden he must carry,
down this path of darkness. He walks, slowly. The unknown
in front of him has stolen the mans courage,
truly, he is man no more, but only a shell.
Uncertainty crosses the mind. progression is question,
 none possible, only more darkness. there are things,
which surround him. not creatures, but memories, they
haunt him, never leaving, never stopping,
only pushing. Increasing the load, driving him to madness,
pushing him to the edge. Done, the man gives up, drops,
cries for help, but none is given. He wants out of the darkness, no more
 pain, it must end. only by ending his life may he be free.
Death, his savior. he is free, no more pain, no more burden.
All is silent, all is dark.