When Grief Is All There Is (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   May 29, 2017


The leaves have died and rest beneath my feet;
A sorry metaphor for wilting dreams.
I stand here bare and cannot be discreet -
My skin begins to rend its fragile seams.
The sea will take my tears with little thought;
The wind will take my dreams with not a care.
I stalked the world for love but all I caught
Were beasts that tempted me into their snares.
The clouds have oft amassed about my head -
My blood has always run a little thin -
And so I view the world with fright and dread,
And try to suture up my fraying skin.
When life is nothing more than falling leaves,
Abort all thoughts of joy and simply grieve.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 4 months ago

    by DarkLight

    Ben, This one caught the flow of my imagination and deep thought banging my sense to wonder how I have been perceiving life and it's sorrowful trends of disappointment.
    You made the thought worthy the attention and I for once had to be open to possibility that i do not need to force myself into a life that watches my shadow as I struggle, one can chose to abort a life that brings no joy and grieve the loss.

    Thanks Ben for enlightenment.

  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    And he's still here the sonnet king woohoo that's all!!

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Em and by the way - it's great to have you back.

  • 4 months ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Well done Ben, as usual, ditto with the other comments.

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Hey Ben,

    Wonderful Sonnet as always :)

    Michael

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben

    Ben

    This is just effing ridiculous. I give up.

    Ben

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      As much as your comment made me laugh, don't bother with the giving up thing. You've posted free verse that's made me feel similar recently...

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