I’m lost.

not so much lost in terms of place

but

what do I do

when everything i do ends in party horns

trailing off in the distance

watching parades blocks away

past me not left behind

my voice shouting the panic realizing

i have

been left

behind

looking forward fists raised

voices shouting anger justice causes

i have

been left

behind

irrelevant empty like a chrysalis broken

a wrapper trapped in the eddy of a stream

spinning

going nowhere

I’m lost.

but not lost in sense of place or time but in ego defeated

broken

shattered

an imposter

exhausted by impotent anger