POETRY


In Pieces


A glass shattered on the floor,
A rose’s petals on the ground,
A simple story,
Of how my life turned around.
A puzzle torn to its pieces,
Scattered in the wind,
Things drifting from their place,
Is how it all begins.
My tears are the glass,
My heart, petals of a red rose,
My life the puzzle,
Never to be whole.