My Tears Are Not Enough

by Ben Pickard   Jan 5, 2017

The crunch of shingle on the shore
Is still what haunts my dreams the most;
Your ragged form, all bruised and worn,
Will ever blight your youthful ghost.

The ripples taunt as I gaze out
And seem to freeze my feet with glee -
But there! the screams and there! the shouts
That still compound my misery.

The mountains press on every side;
The clouds seem closer than before.
I cannot dwell and can't abide
The memories that plague the shore.

I only turned a little while!
Then echoes of your wails were all;
This lake and hills are now defiled -
Each summer is a howling squall.


Know this as I now glance upon
The lake you loved with blissful glee:
I never meant to leave you here -

I'm sorry,

Love Daddy.


Ben Pickard


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  • 9 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    The build up of sadness in this poem slaps the reader's face with such a heart breaking sting towards the end...

    To think this is about a lost love that you could not save or a dear friend which you shared this place once is now buried within it is nothing well it is hurtful but nothing more achingly painful then the loss of a child.

    The ripples taunt as I gaze out
    And seem to freeze my feet with glee -

    ^^I can visualize this so well seeing this loved place you run towards it with happiness for all that good memories are kept there but then you freeze and the
    expression in your heart and face change...

    But there! the screams and there! the shouts
    That still compound my misery.

    ^^Here the hellish pain opens up. The once used to be a happy place is now the most painful spot.

    I only turned a little while!

    ^^This happens with all parents at all times. Just for a
    little while their eyes avert and whatever possibly can go wrong goes wrong. Its that little while which will be killing us as long as we live!

    Within this poetry there is a scream of anguish and pain yet its felt terribly because the writing is composed with a steady beat..if that made sense.

    • 9 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Perfect sense, Meena and many thanks for the thorough comment.

  • 9 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Thank you all for these comments. I have been away a few days and have just seen them so I should point out that this poem is not literal.
    I had a dreadful nightmare last week about this exact scenario and couldn't help but scribble it down, despite how dark it is.

  • 9 months ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, I am gutted by this write- I am really hoping this was not inspired by your own loss. If so, you have my profound sympathy. So very sad-hugs-

  • 9 months ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Horrible to live with such memories; I'm hoping this was inspired by someone else's loss, but if it is personal you have more than my heartfelt sympathy.

    To excise this pain is brave and cannot be demeaned with mere analysis, yet tribute must be given to such a work. Your straightforward rhyme scheme does service to the material by not presenting a distraction. Likewise the quartet structure gives the reader a simple flow and carries him through.
    You presage tragedy from the start and do not try to be coy. The actual horror, left to the end, comes not as a shock but as a banshee's cry for her child.
    The ending, in my opinion, should be kept as you have it, in two lines, but by eliminating the line spaces it would come across as a final epistle - more powerful I think.
    Deserves the front page.

  • 9 months ago

    by Naughtymouse


    I can't even imagine this, the loss of something so precious is truly devastating and to write about it is no easy task. You have my admiration for you openness in posting this, it is not easy to bare a soul.

    Take care my friend.