Epitaph If ever the jigsaw puzzle of my life Could have been completed, A magnificent masterpiece would have resulted.
But so many pieces were jammed By the inconsistencies and restlessness inside me That they never harmoniously fitted together.
I was afraid to live, So the puzzle was just a myriad Of confused clinches and hopes unmet.
I expected perfection from another imperfect world And was deeply hurt and bewildered By the many facets of the inhumanity of man.
Though my potential was of an incomprehensible degree I was tormented by too high expectations ...
And fear of failure...
Or was it fear of success? Regrets.