The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

"The Man Who Lost" is a poignant and introspective poem that delves into the despair and hopelessness of a man who has lost his purpose in life. The use of sensory details, such as the noise from the game, the half-drunk bottle of beer, and the unlaced boots, effectively sets the scene and conveys the speaker's sense of detachment from reality. The repetition of the phrase "What has happened to me?" emphasizes the speaker's confusion and sense of loss.

The contrast between the groceries on the kitchen counter and the dusty coffee table with beer bottle marks illustrates the speaker's neglect of his surroundings and his own life. The reference to the speaker's former love, whose smile once lit up the place, adds a layer of nostalgia and regret. The use of the second-person pronoun "you" when referring to her absence emphasizes the speaker's loneliness and longing for her.

The line "The noise from the game brings me back, again/Must be from the neighbours" could be improved by changing "Must be" to "It must be," which would make the sentence more grammatically correct.

The final stanza emphasizes the speaker's sense of hopelessness and uncertainty about the future. The repetition of the phrase "The days come and they keep coming" emphasizes the speaker's feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair. The poem ends on a note of resignation, with the speaker admitting that he does not know what he will do with himself or the rest of the days to come.

Overall, "The Man Who Lost" is a well-crafted and emotionally resonant poem that explores themes of loneliness, regret, and the search for meaning in life.

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of the third stanza could be smoothed out
by saying:
"I'm [hardly ever] here,
barely alive..."

I see the loneliness of someone who has lost a wife or girlfriend
and is numb with shock; a person so lost, that they don't remember
how long they have been that way. You have told a solid story that
details the feeling of numb. The groceries sitting on the counter
the dust on the coffee table, the house dark and wet bottles with no coasters...

Your last stanza is the most potent of all.
Grief well told. ~ Geezer