Toes press into the sand
Wind causes bumps to form on the skin
A loose button-up flutters
Waves wash away the footsteps

An evening spent along the water
Just listening to all the sounds
Try not to let the mind grow loud
Thoughtless as the sun goes down

A rock pier lie ahead
One never seen and never been
Soon feet rest off the end
Attempts to jump right on in

A man found the morning after
On the cusp of his last breathes
Mutters that he never meant
To resent his own thoughts

No one knows who he is
No one claims to have been a witness
No one there to talk some sense
Not a **** soul had cared

This man was left to walk the plank
Solitary on a island full of people
Death row with no trace of hope
No wonder he wandered to his death