I couldn’t find my way back home.

Lost in the myriad of same looking streets,

strapped of cash, not enough for a small bowl

of porridge, I ran back to where you were, but

you had left, I heard the disembodied voice

of a past smote dragon lingering but why was it your face

now, here in this lost frightening present

in which I focused and the same streets, all semi detached

houses, nothing unique about them at all,

I had never been lost before

and I couldn’t find my way back home.