If I was a puzzle
I would ask why
put me together
and then tear me apart.
There is no need to redo me
I will be the same time and again.
Why take the time to rip me apart
just to put me back together again?
I feel your anger and your rage as you
try piece after piece until you get the right fit.
Why do you bother with me at all?
I am not necessary
I am not needed.
I only bring you anger until the end.
Then you experience a brief moment of satisfaction
because you conquered me.
Then you pull me apart to do all over again.
This is one of the last puzzles I did in my last place. I really enjoy puzzles. I don’t know why I am doing a lot of poetry lately. I think I kind of like it.