As my final day,
draws nearer and nearer,
I know that there are still
some missing pieces to this puzzle that I call 'my life.'
I know someday,
these pieces must be found,
or I will die
with mysteries unsolved.
As life continues to pass,
all I know is I need help,
I need an answer to each question I have yet to ask.
All of these questions,
swell within me,
questions I've been to afraid to ask,
even to this day.
Katherine Bryce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mysteries-unsolved/
