Sad Man

Hunched under deep grey clouds
Downcast eyes darkly shrouded
Staring bleakly at the dull ground
the sad man stumbles.

Lost in the world he made
Shuffling by, seeing nothing
Shadows lurching in a closed maze
His spirits frozen.

Warmth from a caring gaze
worried looks, frightened glances
Omens swearing that the neap tide
Is slowly turning.

Crushed beneath storm cracked cliffs
Salt lashed silt heaving slowly
splintered timbers of a proud wreck
are reappearing.