Death's Uncaring Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reflections of life lie in the teardrops of mourning,
shining with the love that was given all through life-
times of togetherness.

Peering into the darkness, seeing memories of the past
where life used to live and is now gone, no longer re-
freshed, not able to breathe.

Empty expressions where once a loved one used to be,
an image no longer living and breathing, an empty feel-
ing encapsulating hearts.

Souls reaching for what's no longer there, love not
having an essence, no more passion, desire or love,
just loneliness and abandonment left by death and it's
uncaring attitude of anyone's life.