The lonely Road

In loneliness I walk
This road I tread
Constantly kicking a rock
Not remembering the last words said

The road is narrow and short
I fall all the time
The painful kind/that sort
Just because I'm blind

This road was treaded and still is
By many others
BY my pain and her and his
And by 100S and 200' and then another

I stop on the road
NO kindness has come
Nor sympathy showed
So this poem I hum.