Lost

The room is flooded with frustration and anger.
I’m vexed, craving for the solution.
Where the fuck did I put the family antique ring.
Somewhere safe.
So safe I may never see it ever again.
I shudder.
The anchor is firmly laid to cause grief.
My day is over before it has begun.
Ruined beyond belief.
Memory – without it we’d be lost.
I am lost.
I am also a fucking idiot.
But I must find that ring.  I must…

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