Sta.sh
I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
A missing
Piece.
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First of all, poetry like this is so amazing because it can relate to so many different things and it sort of takes the reader to their own feeling of that.
The rhyme scheme here is also quite beautiful. It really makes the poem flow so well.
Usually I would say not to be repetitive with words like "the missing piece", but with this form, it works really well. It adds the emphasis on there without having an annoying tone. So great work with that too!
Overall, there really isn't much I can say you should work on with this piece. Honestly, it seems perfect to me. Such a lovely piece!
I like this poem. The rhyming that you have used in it is good, and for the most part the story presented seems clear. The concept of a missing piece does make itself known in this work and I applaud you for your effort. Good job.
The only improvements I could recommend is working on the second stanza. The word "flawed" seems out of place in it. Because the meter's well handled in the remaining stanzas, and the second simply breaks that pace.
If you can manage that, then its good to go - this is a wonderful piece you have written honestly. I hope to see more of these works.