The Incomplete Puzzle

The Incomplete Puzzle

A Poem by TM
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A recreation of a poem I wrote a few years ago. It will never match the original, but I hope that I have captured the essence of what I wrote before.

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In ages past and ages new
The grass gets wet with morning dew,
And little children run and play
So gay and free, enjoying their day.
But teenagers the rotten lot
So discontent with what they've got
Can't have such fun like yesteryear 
Or study hard, their biggest fear.
You see life is all about being cool
And taking drugs and breaking rules.
No drug is impossible for them to get
Not drinking, smoking, drugs and yet
I fell there is a giant void
That few of us can try avoid.
We are a puzzle incomplete
Our hearts desire can not be seen
We break our puzzle, become undone
Take a piece and put it in a larger one
The larger puzzle conformity
The smaller piece, our identity.


The age has passed, no longer new
And on the grass I still see dew.
I can barely hear children's sound
Maybe because I'm older now
My teeth are yellow from the cigs I smoked
My lungs tar black, more than I'd hoped
I see my life as memories
That have led me to my destiny.
But was it always set in stone
That i was meant to die alone?
Or could I have acted differently
And lived my life more happily?
These thoughts run circles in my head
And as I lay dying in my bed
I await the toll of the bell
To transport me, from this hell to Hell.

© 2015 TM


Author's Note

TM
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Thought provoking, I liked it, a dying man's remorse.

Posted 9 Years Ago


An Incredible poem that cries a sad truth. Often I think about time and how much happier I might have been as a child, and the people around me who have anxiety or depression or do drugs. but we also cannot dwell on the losts of our of past, good or bad, for I have wasted much of my time doing so rather than enjoying the present hour. Hell will only continue to deepen if we continue to feed it our misery.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This has a deceptive simplicity. It rings through the years giving apparently simple truths but with words that hit home to a majority. I like it immensely.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on April 28, 2015
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Harare, Mashonaland Central, Zimbabwe



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