Shattered life, puzzle of broken pieces made,

Each entwined, each piece a memory laid.

The tears I cry edge along the cracks of flesh,

Life’s agony, agonizing pain, makes each memory fresh.

I have no soul left, it slipped neath this empty shell,

This flame once held love, now a raging fire of hell.

Emptiness burns, feeding the solitude that has become me,

And another puzzle piece, another added memory.

© Cynthia Clark