It started with a word

It started with a word,
which turned into a phrase,
which was repeated and
repeated, until the words
stopped making sense.
The sentiments were
the same, though they came
from four different directions.
I hear them,
as if in a cave,
the echoes haunt me,
hitting me from behind,
catching me off guard,
knocking me down.
I live in that cave.
I started with color,
light, vibrancy.
But the spectrum has run out.
The sun has set.
The sparkle dulled.
I wander homeless,
no hand to hold,
no place to seek refuge.
It started with a word,
which turned into a phrase,
which shattered me completely...üä