The stone across my path

At last I take the long walk back away from what kept me going so long, I walk again with out a cause just for the sake of it devoid of expression, feeling and self.
The rain does not affect me, the cobbled path once made by slaves still persist in this desolate place the pain and sweat that soaks the very cement that holds it place has hardened it over the years; it has remained, it remained thru the years, changing slowly,
Its surface smoothened and polished by countless shoes. On that very path I walk, the rain soaking me, it does not matter the fire in me was put out much before on a much more sunny day.
I pass by statues of fallen heroes their lives immortalized by countless stories, yet in the rain they remain still their hearts stopped long ago all that’s left is a stone, a atone with their features. And I walk past them just like another stone. Walking past as the world around me chisels away, smoothening my self away from what I am until at last I crack and there i stopped halted in my tracks and finally I cracked.
As the rain came falling down on me, under the burden I cracked.