Not Even A Reflection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stricken in strides of life with emotions stealthily riding
over others through death's encapsulation, unaware of anyone's
grief himself.

Just walking across earth, taking, choosing, selecting at
random, those he wants to take from the safety of their
families and friends.

No thoughts nor conscience to affect him in the least, yet
in the wake of his parting, lives have been torn and destroyed
beyond repair, never to be restored this side of life.

Only pieces of a shattered glass life are picked up, yet
shards are forever missing now and there isn't even a
reflection left of what life was meaning just yesterday.