The Incomplete PuzzleA Poem by TMA 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.
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 TMAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTMHarare, Mashonaland Central, ZimbabweAboutAspiring writer currently working on my second first novel. Zimbabwean born and based in the beautiful city of Cape Town, South Africa. more..Writing
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