Jigsaw

A lonely piece with honest intentions
Flipping on each side
Maneuvering itself any way it can
Just trying to fit in

It’s moving all over the place
Running out of space
Picture it a person,
Imagine the look on its face

The look of a tired man,
Who feels ready to give up.
Frown lines etched on his forehead
He feels dead.

Wherever it goes, it’s out of place.
It’s that one piece in the boxes that just doesn’t fit exactly
So it tries to chisel its edges to the perfect shape
Until it loses its originality

Trying to push itself in between
Just trying to be seen
But at the same time
A strange desire for invisibility

Serenity
For it would be
To blend in blissfully
Losing any color it may have had previously

Wandering now,
No puzzle to call home.
No picture to complete.
No place to call its own.

Jigsaw piece without a puzzle
I know you feel me.