Puzzle

Puzzle

A Poem by Pale Rose
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Random poem I found while cleaning my room...

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I am working on life's puzzle:
This shitpile of broken glass,
The last frayed fragments and split splinters.

Somehow I'm still collective--
Melted into a mind-boggling muddle

By the hate of the horrible world.

So many pieces already blown away like dust
Leave holes I can never fill.

I am working on an enigma.

© 2009 Pale Rose


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Pale Rose
I'd appreciate any comments on this since I'm not quite sure about this one...

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Added on February 24, 2009
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Pale Rose
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Poetry is the ultimate expression of humanity. It is the only tool we have to express the depth of our emotions and suffering. As for my own, I see the dark side of life and find it beautiful. I seek .. more..

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