Misplaced

 

So often

 I lose

 my place

my mind

my religion

like car keys

on the concrete

glinting in the glare

of the city flicker

as if to say

I am here!

I make 

so many

roundings

my surroundings

shiver and blur

only then

in the greasy shadow

 of defeat

does the invisible

obvious

appear

It is time

I head out

keys in hand

NaPoWriMo Day 7