There is this puzzle
That's as round as a bubble
Made of millions of pieces
It seems like it needs an adhesive
There seems to be more
But in front of me is this door
There is no bell
And it puts me through hell
To gather the courage
To end this shortage
A shortage of answers
Which plagues me like cancer
I want to know
I want a show
But I can't read the signs
For I'm blind
Blind in how I feel
There's some sort of seal
Although I have no understanding
They're there and quite demanding
Demanding to be recognized
But they are undefined
I guess I have to let it be
It's the only way that's me
So for now
And i don't understand how
You are a puzzle
YOU ARE READING
As life goes, so do I
PoetryRead to feel. These poems are written in the hopes that it stirs the emotions. Just maybe someone out there will come across this and find a poem in here that expresses exactly what they are feeling. And for me, I hope that brings comfort to some. T...
