An exerpt from my book of poetry

In darkness
In darkness he wanders, looking for a light, but finding not a glimmer of solice. Is it his destiny to roam alone through the night?
Many times he thought he felt a brush of someone beside him, but everytime was mistaken. He was not the first to wander down this bleak road, many had come before him, many with him and many after him, but none were their with him now.
It was his destiny, all of their destiny's it seemed to walk in the night and never know love.
Once perhaps they had all found it, but now none would ever know its comfort. He had fond memories. Memories of hopes and dreams, things that had one been a great presence of fulfillment in him, but now they had all been washed away.
Some people thought he chose to walk this path, others thought he was destined. Sone felt pity, some felt hate and some simply did not understand, but it wasn't for any of them to decide. It was his burden to bear.