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