Fragments

on the muddy ground
there are fragments
lying scattered
all around

pieces that I need to find
to make the black hole
disappear
nothingness fills me
from within
an indefinable place
where darkness lurks

there is nothing left
there is no peace
for the restless mind

I search for some reason
for something
to take away this fall from grace

when I crash and stumble
on these fragments
that I thought I had left behind
one by one
they are slowly put back together
and reveal a deadly face

I am haunted by these memories
of the ghost I call the past…