I Am a Puzzle

I am a puzzle,

Lying unfinished, discarded on a table,

Most of my pieces knocked to the ground,

Spread unbearably far from my reach,

Others, lost completely to the movement of time,

Leaving empty voids, inhabited only by the ghosts of memories.


I am a puzzle,

Now, just a collection of odd shapes with strangle angles,

A meaningless jumble of ill-fitting edges and patterns,

And indecipherable mixture of once vibrant shades,

Attempting to portray an image that will never come into focus.

Cold wind whistles through the cracks in my timeworn heart.


I am a puzzle, forever incomplete.