Puzzled.

She was everything, every piece
The world had placed together,

Like a puzzle,
Sadness, happiness, complete
Disturbed destruction,

A masterpiece of daily addiction
Every influence, every infliction,

Coming of the spring
That sprung wild flowers
Shadowed by the weeds of an undying
society, she was sobriety,

A vision of eyes upon weakness
and sin
She climbed within,

Unnoticed, understated ,evaluated
By the falling and rising Sun,

Masked by the light
Of each and every moon
night by night ,day by day

each and every natural cause pleaded
longingly begging to stay,

though once a puzzle ages in Time
blended, disfigured, deformed
forms nothing but a puzzle of sorts
within a curious end,

not one hand, nor many in society
could fix, reshape, nor mend,

She was everything , every piece
the world has placed together,

they were every reason she fell apart
her heart it beats, her heart it beats

her heart it beats no more,

everything, everywhere
puzzled across the floor.

nardine Sanderson 04/10/2015.