He looks out at the sea and sky

He looks out at the sea and sky,
so infinite and grey.
He shivers as the cold wind blows,
and birds swoop on their prey.

He thinks of anger, hate and fear.
These things are on his mind.
He thinks of how some people are
so thoughtless and unkind.

He looks out at the sea and sky,
so infinite and grey.
He feels such peace, and that's because
there's no one here today.

He thinks of all the things he hears,
of problems and ill health.
They know that it is safe with him.
He'll keep it to himself.

He looks out at the sea and sky,
so infinite and grey.
He feels the weight upon his back,
and feels his legs give way.

He thinks of how they're never there,
whenever he feels low.
He questions if they even care,
and answers with a "no".

He looks out at the sea and sky,
so infinite and grey.
He thinks that they expect too much,
although he'll never say.

They do not see his value yet,
because he's always there,
but one day he might disappear,
and then, who else will care?