This poetry is a bit different from the last time. Do let me know if you like what I’ve created here (please, my ego is due for a feeding again).
My life is like a puzzle
that is yet to be solved
another piece is always added
several more gone lost
it’s confusing to even think
yet thinking I must continue to do
though I fear the day I solve the puzzle
my life will be through.
Then, this next poem came to mind, based on the picture of that puzzle piece in the WW journal entry.
Just a discarded corner piece
a psychedelic pattern within
nowhere to go
nowhere to fit in
the kid at the party with no one to talk
sitting in the corner alone
watching the action as it passes
with “what if’s” and “if only’s”
running inside one’s head
the night ends, and into the
darkness one goes
never to be seen
unless someone drifts by
and rescues one from the abyss.
Oh, but to dream again!
It’s strange yet wondrous how the mind works sometimes.