My light

Ever sat in a room with black walls, black floor and ceiling, and looked all around? Ever noticed that this black room never has a door or a light? I use to have a light known as childhood; known as innocence. My light was torn down, wires and all however, when my heart was taken from my body through my throat. I was rudely awakened to the reality of my bleak existence and from then on I have live in my black room. I have lived in my own torment and grievence. I have detached myself with no hope of ever returning. I’m lost without my light.