My Tears Are Not Enough

by Ben Pickard   May 7, 2018


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

The ripples taunt as I gaze out
And seem to freeze my feet with glee -
The echoes of your screams and shouts
Complete my guilty 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 yelling and your wails were all;
The 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 2017

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  • 1 week ago

    by Pinkie Pot Cheeks

    This piece went straight to my heart!! Thank you Ben for posting this for us!! And Congrats!!

  • 1 week ago

    by Mark

    Well deserved win, congrats

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on a very well deserved win. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Congratulations :p

  • 1 week ago

    by Eu•phan•asia

    Wow at a lose for words

    Very artistic imagery.
    Brilliant mind you have to convey such poetry Ben.
    - 1 luv

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