Irony

I found myself walking in the darkness,
listening to the deafening silence,
wandering in the vast emptiness.
There were no walls yet I can't escape.
There were signs but I failed to find the exit.
There were directions but I failed to follow.
I kept on walking, clueless about my destination.
And I reached a point where my knees were about to give up.
My legs were exhausted from the long walk to take another step.
I fell to the ground.
But then, someone came.
He found me in the middle of darkness.
He picked me up and guided me the way out.
He brought light to my life.
He gave me a reason to continue living.
He gave my life a meaning.
But just like stories, my story appeared to be cliche.
Everything was not working the way it should be.
The smiles and the memories were gone.
He was gone, disappeared like ashes blown by the wind.
It was just a twist in my story, I hoped.
But it ended, I never thought it would.
I never thought that one who took me out of the darkness was the one who put me back there.
I never thought that the one who gave my life a meaning was the one who made it undefined.
I never thought that the one who held me was the one who let me go.
Now, I found myself walking in the darkness,
Listening to the deafening silence,
Wandering in the vast emptiness.
There were no walls but I did not bother to escape.
There were signs but I did not bother to search for the exit.
I did not bother to find my way out.
I don't want to be out of this darkness, just to experience darkness... once again.