The Lost Piece

Maybe I should’ve stopped eroding a piece  
to fit the puzzle, one to which it doesn’t belong.  
I hone the slots and tabs with a chisel,  
adjusting it to the other pieces,  
just to make it perfect, neglecting the mess,  
how it eventually ruined its shape, useless,  
thrown away without a purpose.  
It became lost among the crowd,  
Crawling aimlessly, blood trails behind,  
wishing for a harmony,  
longing for the missing piece.