Puzzle

10/8/01





It takes you a long time



TO figure out the ryme



Of my twisted word



My world is so ubsurd



And so you try to figure out



Why I scream and cry or shout



I wounder if you see



Theres a puzzle inside of me



One thats missing peaces



Fulled of wrinkled creases



And I don't even know



Which go in what row



Or if they're even mine



Or were to draw the line



Whats happened to this peace?



In the middle for a heart?



Were all the peices here



When I began it at the start?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am the Enigma

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Cecily Hope's picture

This is SO COOL. i have never read a poem like this, i'm serious. this is a really cool topic and the words you chose are really inspired!