I've lost me.
lost that creativity
word savvy
bein able to write poetry

I've lost me.
my solitude is
so sweet more so
much more
than that cancer filling

my lungs from every cigarette
**** that just another habit
swallowed down the rabbit hole
entirely whole

I've lost me.
I got about a dollar in change
my wallets empty
I have no job or friends

no one to turn to
it burns through my heart
this beating drum
need some Xanax or a ******

not even running on
adrenaline just soaking up
the sun till it's
like a game:

who can burn the most
who can turn my stomach the most
who can learn from every lesson the most.

who can. who can, who can find me. for I've seemed to have

lost me.