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