Whispers Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching waves fall and crash on beaches of sand, time and again announcing the rhythm of loneliness as it continues to happen without our participation or desire.
Lolling, staring into depths of ocean views, seeing visions of emptiness being filled continually without thought to anyone's idea of sorrow.
Believing in whatever is washed upon the shore, taking in, innocently, while holding shells, whispers of grief sensing our feelings as they're placed in front of us, without regard to emotional turmoil.