You are No More the Light

I must have been really pissed off when I wrote this

You are no more the light I first perceived in you,
But now the phantom that invades my sleepless nights;
No more the staff you proffered when first we spoke,
But now the heavy stones that weigh my pockets
As I wade onto the icy sea of my despair

You were my lifeline; my floating branch
That offered itself to my clutching hand,
My weakening grasp.

You were my oasis in an arid wasteland;
But you were yet a shimmering shade,
Unsubstantial as the spectre that visits me
In my darkest night,
That croucher by my lonely bed
Who offers empty promises to my desolate soul.