Just a Shadowy Figure

He watched his feet sink through
The soft brown mush upon which
He walked.
And worried none for he only withdrew
From the footprint they embedded
And locked.

Desultory and dull was his gait,
Upon the soft sands of late.
For his intention was none,
His expectation undone.

There was nothing left to do
So he redirected towards the sea,
The dark, deep, dying sea,
That seemed to stretch on, with no end.

And as he continued the water crashed
Upon his feet.
A chill ran from his toe to the very
Tallest hair upon his head,
In which emotions bled
A heavy weight of defeat.

Now his knees, now his waist,
Now his chest, now his face.
Slowly, sadly, he melted into the sea
With no one present to say farewell.
Just a shadowy figure lost in the
Blues of every man upon the earth,
Those of unappreciated, unrecognized worth.