Alone into Forever

A sinister darkness grew within him. 
A darkness born from grief and pain and agony and confusion.
It moved like a swirling cloud blocking his view of everything and cutting him off from the world.
And he became the embodiment of fury and sorrow, a walking danger to all sources of light.  Surrounded by shadows, cloaked in a dismal, choking, cloud of dismay, he stalked through life shoving everyone out of his way.
Every good Samaritan that stopped to help him ended up bleeding and running from the scene as his pain manifested outwards. 
No good deed went unpunished and no helping hand was accepted. 
He chose to march alone, dark and angry and full of hate.
The longer he fought, the lonelier he became.
But when he tried to calm the rage and reach out for a life vest, no one was willing to throw one.
He had hurt too many, scared them all, and in his isolation had severed every tie.
And so the anguish mounted, intensified by nostalgia and loneliness and self-pity.
As minutes became days and day became weeks, he built up his storm again, using his shattered being to fuel the winds.
With the fire of pain burning deeply within his chest, he pushed on, past the lost friendships and broken relationships and walked alone into forever.