Bereft Poem by okoye charles

A man sat alone, upon the stone,
And his sight he casted upon the sea.
Far, far behind this lies his home.
His eyes were gloom, the dreariest I ever seen;
-Dead like a haunted cemetery at midnight.
His cold decorum can put birds to flight.
He was silent with the waves that teased his thoughts.
Back and forth the shore they swayed him thus.
But there; still he sat. O! How still he sat,
Even when the wind blew away his hat.
He did not shake, a sound he did not make.
Not when the tides raised, his peace to take.
He sat there alone, upon the stone.
Gazing at the sea that drowned his home;
Gazing at the sea that drowned his wife.