Puzzled

We are all made up of pieces, but have you ever wondered whether everything fits together perfectly?

If you find me sat in contemplation

Please track me during the separation

Because I don’t believe I’m one anymore

           I’m coming apart; up in the sky and down to the floor

 

                        The fragmented shards float

          Unconsciously

 Effortlessly

   Without direction

                                             Without connection

 

            A Neil Gaiman book

           The Californian air

Boston by Augustana

Writing with a pad and pen

Roast dinner on Sunday

                               The need to mend a broken heart

            The urge to get up and go

                       The hope to click once more

 

                                   

I am but one puzzle on the shelf to seize

           Yet I beg, won’t you solve me please?

Author's Note

The structure is meant to be spaced, but I don't think it's shown as clearly as it was in the word document when I wrote this.

Reviews

[Yina]

WOW! The way you wrote this, the spacing, makes it seem so real! I love the way you wrote this!:):)

[donny ingraham]

great write