A Lost Ring

You can't remember how things used to be
before this business with the ring began.
’Twas on display where all who passed could see;
under its spell, you broke the glass and ran.

With neither explanation nor a need,
you set your prize inside your trophy case.
It seems the ring has once again been freed;
just last week, someone broke into your place.

So here you are, discretely cruising pawns,
unfathomably captured by this gem.
Worse, now you know you're one of many Johns;
bereft, yet joined to some strange diadem.

Detached and disconnected, you push through;
you're never truly lost… The ring finds you.

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for the One in Five Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
written on 07/03/2022

mysterysonnet

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