Ilheobeorin

I am lost in the dark again. Can you help me find my way, and the pieces that fell away in my stupor? First was brightness; it dimmed Until, at last, it fizzed out with no fanfare and rolled down an empty drain. Humour was next, so bogged down by bitterness that it didn’t land, unceremoniously splattered on the road. Love was last, and it surely died under the wheels of life. Love is roadkill; salvageable, but never the same again. I am lost in the dark again. Can you help me find my way? And this time, get me out into the safety of morning?