Missing PiecesA Poem by The FallenPieces of the puzzle, lost but ready to be found again.
If life is a puzzle,
we are all missing pieces. Far from completion. Anything. Everything. Standing in the way of progress. Though we do not have the complete picture, sometimes we know what we are missing and its place. Sometimes we have no idea. I know not everything I am missing, and I certainly don't know where they go. But I know somethings. Family left behind. Friends lost to circumstance. Memories repressed or forgotten. Pieces of my puzzle. Lost and yet to be discovered again. Only time will tell. But not too soon, otherwise what's the point of the puzzle? © 2015 The Fallen |
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2 Reviews Added on October 12, 2015 Last Updated on October 12, 2015 AuthorThe FallenAboutI am a young writer, student, philosopher and many other things. I enjoy the beauty of life but I am cursed with the ability to see the darker side of humanity in its truest form. We all seek to rise .. more..Writing
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