THE MISSING PIECE

Today I'm hardly any complete
Stoic alike an eclipsed sun
For a void inside must replete
Bonding with its kernel one
I lost a queer battle of its kind
knocked down to the abysmal core
With a timid heart and chaotic mind
I grieve in pain as never before
A fazed and feared me as I see
Looking down on the ruffled bay
On the waters of the calm sea
Has many a message in it to say
To grope every lane in the maze
In a quest to know what it is
For the lurking reply to amaze
To realize it's the missing piece.

This poem is about: 
Me

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