Lost! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

I didn't drift. I didn't stray.
I'm standing where I'm told to stay.
But something in me's out of place —
Like silence shouting in my face.

The walls are known, the sky's the same,
Each breath, each hour, each echoed name.
But meaning's melted into air,
And I'm still here — yet nowhere there.

It's not the path that disappeared,
It's me — unsure of why I'm here.
The days repeat, the nights pretend,
I move, but never seem to end.

People say, 'You're right on track, '
But can't explain what's holding back.
A perfect cage. A lovely view.
But none of this feels truly true.

I'm not adrift — I know the cost.
I'm not gone… just deeply lost.
In a life that fits, but doesn't fire —
A seat reserved, but not desired.

✍🏽 By: - WIN VENTURA