on the wall it once hanged ­– a vibrant puzzle full of colour.

every piece a perfect match; not a single one out of place.

but here it lay – a solitary piece on an empty frame.

scattered from its kin, he craved for a place to belong,

without exception, every endeavour was agonizing,

it can’t be helped; such was his fate.

now stubbed, discoloured and bent out of shape,

even the pieces which once linked now no longer clicked.

a broken puzzle piece that just won’t fit.


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