Seethe

I sit quietly, trying to find my feet beneath me again.
But i can't. Try as i might, i cant find my footing.
I wander along the road and try to find the right path
but i just stumble against the branches and briar
and end up cut
scratched
torn.

I thought we were somthing
but it dissolved on my tongue
like spun sugar fragment

and like those sharp
sweet
remainders
they left a bitter after-taste
in my mouth
that i try to spit out
to no avail

I am lost once most in the dark
my lamp blown out
i had a road
but you washed it from beneath my feet

if i cant get this one thing right,
this one part of my life,
how can i ever get the rest to
fall
in
line?