I wish for,
One day
When I am no longer breathing,
My words to be
Well-known and read
To many to come.
These words have meaning
Important for others
To know.
Each word is a puzzle piece;
Puzzle pieces
Made of my personality
And thoughts
And feelings.
But I am an impossible puzzle,
For the pieces shall never
Fit together perfectly;
It will just
Never make sense.
I am an imperfect,
Confusing person.
I am in thousands of
Puzzle pieces
Scattered all over,
Never to be finished.
Just put me back in my box
And walk away
While I collect dust
And deteriorate.
