Missing A Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feet sifting the sand, feeling it's heat and burying
toes with it's particles.
Lowering self into a seashore of sand, watching waves
fold over, rinsing feet clean.
No cares or worries attaching themselves to a mind
blown away with suicide.
A great gentle mind filled with knowledge and
kindness, living in earth's hell and not wanting to
be here.
Sorrowful hearts beating - grief-stricken from hearing
about what happened to him.
A nice man, yet no one knew him alone with his sadness,
it was too great to hold for just one person.
Now he's in heaven with God - no more loneliness - he
has at last been fulfilled.