Prompt: Write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question.
I lost my love, my job, my money, my home, my children
I sit on the ground; detached, dispassionate, numb
My eyes glow under the streetlamp, red and tear-stained
My threadbare coat struggles to warm me, even just a little
The brazier fires; I move closer to the flames
The brown paper bag screens my half-empty bottle of liqueur
The golden nectar briefly sparks an ember that fires, then greys
I sink into a foggy abyss that shields me from more pain
I awake to find demons relentlessly burying into my psyche
They, and I, loudly declare that I have lost myself
Can anybody find me?