The Puzzle
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Pieces all scattered about
not formed, it’s incomplete.
Each one has a perfect place
I strive with vain conceit.
The box shows an image
of abundant life and glory;
raging seas all on top
a flower bed of fury.
Colors clash as vibrancy
shakes the solid ground.
The puzzle wreaks redundancy
boisterous without a sound.
The silent spot of me begins
to see the object form
I see a scene setting in
the puzzle of a storm.
Whirlwinds just like life
the waterspout meets sky.
My pain in life is all washed up
I never know just why.
Clearer now the image
is all said and done.
I’ll stand here now and wonder.
what happened to the sun!
Pieces all scattered about
not formed, it’s incomplete.
Each one has a perfect place
I strive with vain conceit.
The box shows an image
of abundant life and glory;
raging seas all on top
a flower bed of fury.
Colors clash as vibrancy
shakes the solid ground.
The puzzle wreaks redundancy
boisterous without a sound.
The silent spot of me begins
to see the object form
I see a scene setting in
the puzzle of a storm.
Whirlwinds just like life
the waterspout meets sky.
My pain in life is all washed up
I never know just why.
Clearer now the image
is all said and done.
I’ll stand here now and wonder.
what happened to the sun!
