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.