Friday 5 June 2009

A puzzle, a piece.

A puzzle.
Complete?
Missing one little piece.

A piece of a puzzle, unaware that it's lost.
A piece of a puzzle, a puzzle long forgot.
A piece so worn down that it no longer fits.
A piece without meaning, without purpose or aim.
A puzzle, incomplete, complete in its own way.
Accustomed to the little hole of a piece that ran away.

A puzzle, complete, no longer missing a piece.
A piece. puzzled, feeling incomplete.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome poem; I thought the original ending was a bit more intriguing, but this one is good too.
    Gratz.

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