There was a sadness in his eyes, and they held a horror that only he knew. Hundreds pass him by as he sits curbside on a busy street corner near a random sewer, one of a hundred in the bustling city he calls home.
His was a tale of physical and mental abuse from the hands of a woman he loved more than life itself. In the beginning, her smile radiated a profound love so tender, that he found himself willing to do anything to appease her every want and fill her innermost desires.
She was worth the sacrifice, and when he lost himself within her allure, he became the pitiful fool she despised. So now he sits spiritually broken, dwelling in the aftermath of a self inflicted sorrow of his own design.
He had made another human being his God, and the wrath of failure floods his soul each time he guzzles the 80 proof cocktail to deaden the pain.
Didn’t he realize…
no human is God?