Dear Reader,
the world is
my puzzle.
a jigsaw
of life.
thousands of pieces
never fit quite right.
each one lined
in a muted tone,
a color daintly wrapped
around the edges.
(blue)
it swims in
my eyes.
and it showers
hushed life.
studiously, it watches
waiting to strike.
coming in a torrent,
the ferocity of
a thousand vipers.
each one hissing back.
(blue)
it washes out
like a bloodstain
and scabs
like a wound.
a bandage will come,
i say.
all to soon.
tainting my vision,
it is an array of dots
scattered foolishly.
(blue)
sauntering quietly,
it locks the door
on the way in.
it never leaves.
sounding with wry laughter
at tattered turmoil.
it gushes,
it oozes throughout.
and i watch,
numbly.
(blue)
the world is
my puzzle.
a jigsaw
of life.
thousands of pieces
never fit quite right.
each one lined
in a muted tone,
a color daintily wrapped
around the edges.
(blue)
Sincerely,
a puzzled victim
the world is
my puzzle.
a jigsaw
of life.
thousands of pieces
never fit quite right.
each one lined
in a muted tone,
a color daintly wrapped
around the edges.
(blue)
it swims in
my eyes.
and it showers
hushed life.
studiously, it watches
waiting to strike.
coming in a torrent,
the ferocity of
a thousand vipers.
each one hissing back.
(blue)
it washes out
like a bloodstain
and scabs
like a wound.
a bandage will come,
i say.
all to soon.
tainting my vision,
it is an array of dots
scattered foolishly.
(blue)
sauntering quietly,
it locks the door
on the way in.
it never leaves.
sounding with wry laughter
at tattered turmoil.
it gushes,
it oozes throughout.
and i watch,
numbly.
(blue)
the world is
my puzzle.
a jigsaw
of life.
thousands of pieces
never fit quite right.
each one lined
in a muted tone,
a color daintily wrapped
around the edges.
(blue)
Sincerely,
a puzzled victim