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by Ben Pickard Apr 16, 2018
Sadness, depression /
In distant lands and distant shores,
When each step felt more lightly placed,
I smote the memory of you
And left our wretched love erased.
But on those shores I sallied forth -
A boat of doom, whose sails were black -
In hopes of finding our love new,
And flooding with the things it lacked.
Yet sullied was the journey home
And blighted by the many storms
That left my sail a tattered wreck -
My compass wrong, my heart forlorn.
You were not there, on our old beach,
As I fought off the moon's cruel hue,
So now I sit on blackened sand
With tears of loss and hopes too few.
My vessel wrecked - no journey back -
To those dear lands that healed my wounds;
And so without your love nor boat,
I am, in truth, a man marooned.
I know I've already told u many times that most of the time u wrote the poems about the feelings of my heart. And each time u give those feelings a new shade, this time it is marooned.
by Ben Pickard
Thank you so much, Shane.
Such a sad write Ben. To lose your love, travel far, fight your way back only to find it all for naught...well done my friend, well done-
Thank you, Brenda
by Kitty Cat Lady
A man without love is a man marooned indeed Ben, and the memories of the ones that got (sailed) away can never be erased. Fantastic write and nominated :-) x
Thanks so much, Kitty
by Maple Tree