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by Ben Pickard May 7, 2018
Sadness, depression /
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 -
Ben Pickard 2017
by Pinkie Pot Cheeks
This piece went straight to my heart!! Thank you Ben for posting this for us!! And Congrats!!
by Ben Pickard
Thanks so much, Pinkie
Well deserved win, congrats
Milly and Mark - thank you
by Milly Hayward
Congratulations on a very well deserved win. Milly x
by - Mr. Darcy
Wow at a lose for words
Very artistic imagery.
Brilliant mind you have to convey such poetry Ben.
- 1 luv
Thank you so much, E
by Sinners gospel