Another Fragment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bizarre is life and all it's many facets, turning over and
over, upon a shore of glass, being cut, torn and shattered
open.

Bleeding out upon the salted waves, flipping over, slipping
to their graves.

Openly flaunting passers-by, giving up on them as they walk
out into the deeper part, not being able to come back in to
shore.

Left with sadness lying in their open hands, turning out to
face a sea of sand, sinking slowly out of sight.

Becoming just another fragment left to die in brittle glass
displacement, being ever unknown in this world and the next.