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My Rubber Puzzles
It’s killing me.
I thought I did the right thing when I found the piece—
The jigsaw that was already ruined.
A place where I tried to fit,
But it’s broken.
Damaged by hands I never asked for,
Inflicted with pain I never called upon.

The seat is empty—yet I can't sit.
Did you see the list?
Because I was never invited.

So I’m walking away...
Away from everyone,
Away from the light.
Into the rain, into the dark,
Let it hold me tight.

Let the tears stream, just like always.
Thank the skies for soaking me through—
So I don’t have to hide
As I shatter on my way.
J May 2020
A night where one side of the world still sleeps,
You ask yourself "Is it still worth it?"
Taking a big leap?
When you already know the piece does not fit.

Not anymore, not this time,
You try to push. Like trying to make poems to rhyme,
And it gets lamer each line,
But remember it is okay; it will be fine.

Do not forget that there are other puzzles,
Waiting for the piece that they need,
The one who can make the picture complete.
Hi! It's been a while since the last poem that I posted.
I hope everyone's healthy and safe. :)

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