Wine That's Full Of Dregs

by Ben Pickard   Apr 24, 2017

Don't look for me beside the lakes
Or underneath the canopy;
My life is done and my heart breaks -
I die by slow and sad degrees.
When in the mist, you see a shade,
Think back to when you saw me last:
All joy and love had been waylaid
And all my hopes were in the past.
A spider has now spun a web
About my mind and sucked its life -
I drink a wine that's full of dregs,
And eat a misery that's rife.

Don't look for me on yonder hill,
Nor hope to see me in the light;
You stamped on all the daffodils
And plunged me to eternal night.




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  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    This is very sad and breaks my heart.. look </3 :(

  • 5 months ago

    by Ren

    Another amazing, yet very sad, write, Ben! Much love and peace to you!

    • 5 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      And the same to you, Ren. Take care

  • 5 months ago

    by ddavidd

    "Don't look for me on yonder hill,
    Nor hope to see me in the light;"

    How could one not to,
    your poetry is so bright!

    • 5 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      I see what you did there! Thank you.

  • 5 months ago

    by Maple Tree

    Now I know..... I'm excited and saddened all at the same time Ben!

    Ugh.... Powerful, sad write dear man!

  • 5 months ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Awe bennnnnn. This is heartbreaking and so so so relatable. But let me tell you something... never let someone else decide your happiness. It took me a long time to figure that out, and it's never easy. Unless you find happiness yourself, it may very well be almost impossible to find the light.
    There's always a way out of the dark, no matter what.

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