Odd-shaped pieces

My fractured self
I sense that
Part of me is missing,
Uncertain what it was.
With growing dread
That it might be
Forever gone,
I wade through
Mounts of left-over,
Unfamiliar yet
Important looking
Odd-shaped pieces —
None of which fit.
Who I was
Must be buried
Somewhere in this cursed
Shattered mosaic,
But who I am now
Ain’t it.

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