Poem 04: Puzzle, Life

I never really liked puzzles
I’m not sure why

They twist and turn across my head
Lying, deceiving, trying to escape
My eyes would hurt while my hands tremble
Finding the answers to all the questions

“It will work. It sharpens the mind”
These were people’s lines
Whenever I refuse to start a move

“Games, they are all just games”
My favorite response to them all

Perfect sounding words don’t falter easily
But my peers would see through them quickly
Useless creative, poetic tactic aligns
For words are all like puzzles at the end

But they don’t come like they used to so well

Patience, logic, confusion, lingering
Finding answers to my troubled mind

Bothered by the letters and numbers
Even words fly across the clear blue sky
Firing squads ready to make the call

None would try to understand
My confusion, desires, and faults will remain untold

Shots are fired

No more moves,
No more puzzles to solve

Guest

The clock strikes three-thirty
Everyone stayed quiet and still
A glass shattered on the table
No one was silent, screams!
Everyone, all at the same time

The doors locked suddenly
People hammering them to be free
One screamed, he got splinters on his hands
Then the place slowly lit up
Five minutes, they though, no it was longer

Someone opened the door outside
Flood of red fluids rushing to his feet
He showed a crooked smile
With a bucket on his right hand
A camera on the other with a long string

The clock strikes four-thirty
The man covered with the red water
Stood, walked slowly, shut the door behind
Cool, clear water showered from the top

There was a scream. Again!
The man’s eyes widened
He rushed and unlocked the doors
It was raining cold water inside

Soaked.
Blood and sweat.

Clean, clear.

Who was it?