<center>*Out of order, I stumbled from door to door, Looking for something, Seeking for someone to tell me What it is I am looking for. Lost, I am lost in this world. I can't feel my toes, my knees, My shoulders and my head. Do not fret, it is nothing but A childhood rhyme rhymed upside down. I lose feeling like bobbing bones In the Sahara, peeking at the sun With each passing wind. Tell me something, anything To place a marker, a GPS tracker To where I lost myself; Remind me of me. I kiss my lips and taste The sour breath of last night's memory Of all the meals I didn't eat And the alcohol I didn't drink. Who wants me in their home, A shadow on the wall like a gecko Waiting for a fly to perch on its tongue, A small morsel of murder, of survival? Who wants me in their home, A stain on the bedpost like blood, Like semen after sex forgot To give love some meaning? I am lost, lost in this world. I pulled a grass from its roots And called it a weed, a nonentity, An unwanted guest on the soil, Planting itself beside a rose Shamelessly begging a bee to take, To strip every sweet nectar From the tip of its petal. Is the grass' right to life any bigger Or smaller than mine? I'm lost to my soul, body, my spirit. I rhyme, I stutter, I wander Lost in this empty space, Out of order.*</center> *** <center>![lostplaces1495150_1280.jpg](https://files.steempeak.com/file/steempeak/warpedpoetic/Lp4Ghvro-lost-places-1495150_1280.jpg)</center><center><sub>*[pixabay:Tama66](https://pixabay.com/photos/lost-places-factory-hall-abandoned-1495150/)*</sub></center> *** ©warpedpoetic, 2019.