Puzzled

Your strong hands have wrote again,
spilling out the color of your soul.
My heart had pained with dread,
for reasons I dare not utter why.
My thoughts weight upon my burdened mind,
like musical cords to someone's death march.
Repetitive, as if I have seen this opera before.
I have cursed what others call my kind heart.
My heart is not kind to me.
Every soul I call friend and love,
are buzzing dragonflies with broken wings.
I listen to their burdens they tell,
just wanting a listening ear.
This all shall pass my dear fellows.
I love thee all for your sins and scars.
I'm puzzed at what comes next in this play.
What is the next scene to pass by?
One person falls out of place for a day,
leaves me wondering why I am alone.
Those faces are strange to me.
Open the box and hope the pieces are there,
we've got a puzzle to solve children.